On this mornings’ run, my mental jukebox was on “Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues,” by the wonderful Todd Snider.
And, just because my mental jukebox sometimes skips a bit, here it is, covered by Yoda:
Hey, hey, my, my.
Never die, rock and roll will.
Your hair down in your eye hang.
Make a million dollars, you will.
So, are they looters or scavengers?
(I like the title of this article: Crews work to clean up storm-tossed cargo ship on British beach. Some crews work “independently,” apparently.)
First off, I’ve turned off the ‘anybody can register’ function since it seems to be a haven for spammers. 😡 If you want a login here, just e-mail me or leave a comment and I’ll fix you up. Sorry!
So this morning my scale said 260 again. Actually, it didn’t say that, it just let out a little groan when it saw me coming (like usual) and the readout said 260.4. So I’ve lost the Christmas weight, for the most part.
Wanna know how I celebrated? Donuts.
Just kidding! Actually, I had donuts, but that was a response to stress (my kids driving me freakin’. nuts. this. morning). But to actually celebrate losing the Christmas weight, I went to the resale shop and bought some weights and a pair of new dumbbells. This way I can set up two sets of weights at the beginning of my routine and not have to do all that complicated math while I’m lifting weights. 😕
Then, I went and bought a salad for lunch, because I’m crazy that way.
Tonite: weights
Tomorrow: three more miles.