As they used to say on “Car Talk”, “Well, it’s happened again…”. This morning I discovered that some asshole(s) unlocked my car and rummaged through the center console and glovebox. Fuckers. At best they walked away with a canvas pencil case filled with a pencil, eraser, wired earbuds, and a cheap-ass boxcutter. Fuckers.
This morning I learned that I have to be at home when I call 911, because Atlanta police doesn’t take reports over the phone.
With each incident my desire to live in Atlanta diminishes.
No one who knows me even a little will be surprised to read that I once again fell asleep on the futon while watching “tv”. I awoke around 3am only to shrug my shoulders and return to slumber until the alarm clock in the bedroom blared at 5:15am.
I have been waiting for the announcement of Saturday’s trail start before making my Moonlite start official; unless AH4 runs in my direct area I will be laying trail from The Carter Center on Monday night.
My dream of a “normal” day has already been shattered. In going to charge a Bluetooth speaker this morning I found the end of the USB cord severely frayed. I try to be very careful with my things, and the amount of damage was much more than a simple crimp would have produced. My mind is a flurry with notions, though no sign of rodent which would gnaw such a cable, nor signs of overheating/melting were present.
None of the other USB cables connected to the same charger appeared to have suffered damage.
I remain perplexed.
Can I get a do-over?
Good run through Candler Park last night. Now it’s up to me to figure it where we will hash next Monday night.
Saw a group bike ride going through my neighborhood last night. No idea where it started or ended, and all attempts for search for it have come up empty.
Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 210.6 pounds (-1.4 from last week’s weigh-in); these high-sweat days are good for something…
On Friday I (finally) renewed my tag, using the online method. Now I need to hope the post office delivers it to me in a timely fashion.
For as active as I was Saturday, riding approximately 23.5 miles and then doing the Pinelake hash, I was equally inactive yesterday. Not once did I leave my property boundaries, nor did I shower. Sure, I could have gone to the Hog Mountain hash, or out to watch the Atlanta United (lose again), but I chose to remain on my futon and catch up on the slower things in life; or spend time in the kitchen cooking, and later cleaning.
Very good weekend.
Last week the Waschsalon attendant was the one who was late, today it’s me. In an unusual twist, I slept “late”, finally getting my ass out of bed a little before 7:00.
Stress test was short but hard, about twelve minutes on a treadmill during which the speed and incline increased over time. By the time I stepped off I was huffing and puffing, and breaking out into a sweat. No results yet.
Nothing penned into my calendar this weekend; the world is my oyster.
Today’s medical appointment is a stress test. You know what increases one’s stress? Thinking about having to do a stress test. The test is this afternoon, so by orders I have been, and must continue to, abstain from caffeine intake until then, and completely fast for the four hours leading up to the test.
Up early but not in the office . Instead I’m off to a 9:00am doctor appointment to give blood for blood tests. Fun!
Been fasting since 5:30pm yesterday and I am already sooooo hungry. 😐
Hot hash last night, about four miles or “running”, ending with copious amounts of water and an order of garlic “knots” (more like garlic tots) at Johnny’s Pizza.
Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 212.0 pounds (-1.8 from last week’s weigh-in); the roller coaster heads back down!
Had it not rained yesterday the Black Sheep hash would have been perfect.
Well, had I not been snared on trail the Black Sheep hash would have been perfect.
Well, had I not lost my reccy marks in the woods and have to lay a new, not as great, section of trail the Black Sheep hash would have been perfect.
In the end all hounds made it in, a few getting stung by yellow jackets along the way, and all seemed to enjoy our ending on Albert Shoals, at least until the rain started again.
I’m tired. I have packed for tonight’s Moonlite trail but reserve the right to bail and go home to rest up instead.