Ok, these are my two busiest weeks of the year, at work, at work, so I apologize for my negligence as far as the journal/blog is concerned. This past week I worked well over fifty hours. I should be able to cut back once the semester starts.

Ten bullet post…

I’ve been riding the YMCA exercise bike a lot lately. I can do 10.80 (amazing how it’s always the exact number, despite my attempts to break closer to 11 miles) per half hour, or 21.6 miles an hour. I get my heart rate up to the low to mid 160s by the end of the ride. I listen to the Mp3 player while riding…works well. I don’t know how quite to compare running with riding the exercise bike, in terms of burned calories or whatever, but I sure sweat as much as ever on the bike, and it’s better for my knees.

Last night we attended a gathering for the mentors and mentees at the UU church I attend. I wasn’t sure if I was into this mentoring thing, but I like the kid I’m mentoring. He’s smart and pretty laid-back. His mom is decent, too. Maybe this will turn out ok.

Last night I watched “A Scanner Darkly”. I thought the director (Linkletter?) did a decent job. His weird animation practices fit the film well. Winona Ryder was decent, too. I sort of forgot she was a good actress. I’m almost done with the book, too. Brilliant. By the way, last week I speed-watched some Asian film called “Lady Vengeance”. That movie was crazy.

I’ve been under the weather since Friday. That night I fell asleep at 6:30PM and slept until 5:30AM. Yesterday I felt like every step I took required great effort. I’m feeling a bit better today, but I think I’ll skip the bike.

I’m feeling unreasonably proud of my cleaning/organization of the upstairs closet. I assembled (after M explained the proper procedures) wire shelves, cleaned up the unholy floor mess, and developed a system to keep all my clothes straight. Brilliant. I feel better every time I walk in the closet.

My memory, as I think I’ve mentioned before, is fading. Now, I don’t know if there’s a connection, but I’ve trying to give up caffeine in an attempt to keep my mental processes sharp. So far, so good. One diet coke in the morning, nothing else. I’ve been drinking more tea at work.

T and S attend a birthday party at Skateland today. I’m having another stretch in which I feel like I’m on T, as the oldest, too much. Today we stood in the garage so he could show me his latest skateboard tricks. I had fun. He’s a good kid. Oh, I also told him he could fight back at school if someone punches him. That conversation has the potential for interesting repercussions.

My hair is as long as it has been in a year. I’m not sure I want to get it cut much. I like it. I don’t want a mullet, especially, and people with overstyled long hair look stupid.

The Bears play in about fifteen minutes. I want them to win today, at least, so I can shut up all the “they’ll never win a playoff game” people at work.

I’m having a weird craving for a Taco and Burrito House burrito and/or torta. Of course, as I would need to drive about one hundred and fifteen miles south to satisfy this craving, I think I will drink some tea and wait for the Bears game to start.