Tuesday, March 22
So again, 6:15 alarm and Chris was up to make breakfast for the kids: fried eggs on toast. He also proofed out the rustic sourdough, and baked that up. I made Paul's lunch, Maddy packed hers, dog was fed and walked, chickens released to forage, and kids on the bus by 7. Then, packed up the gym bags and made it in to the fitness center.
My legs were a bit sore from yesterday's jump back into activity. I had my heart set on a row, but there was someone on the rower I fancy (the Concept II). So it was back to the treadmill. When the rower free'd up, I snagged it for a quick 2000m. I usually do 5000, but there was no time. Besides, my arms were burning already. Still, weighed in at 146.5. Getting closer. I won't make it by my birthday, but that's really an artificial deadline anyway.
At the office, I called my mother to see how she was doing. I didn't want to call earlier and wake her. She's still having a really awful time breathing, dizzy & weak, and eventually she decided to call the NP at her doctor's office. The NP decided she didn't need to come in, just take it easy at home. She's ashen gray, but mostly following doctor's orders and just laying down all the time.
Then it was back into the usual...trying to follow-up with all the units I haven't heard from in the NYC effort, getting sign-off on the Eduroam documentation, trying to close the loop on the end of support for MacOS 10.4, working on the last vestiges of killing off (whoops, I mean retiring) ResNet. I made a bit of progress, but overall it was kind of "meh". And long. Really long.
I picked Chris up, and we went home. Lots to do. Julia came over to buy a couple dozen eggs. I made stir-fry for dinner. We moved the furniture from Granny's apartment out of the garage and into the house so that we could put the car in the garage because of the snow that was expected to start overnight. Paul had math homework. Maddy and I played with unit triangles (1, 1, radical 2; 1, 2, radical 3; etc.) I kinda like trig. Rotated laundry, did dishes, put the chickens away, fed and walked the dog, put the kids to bed and...can you guess?
Had a drink and watched two more episodes of Torchwood. Let's see, last night was Out of Time and Combat. Out of time was so, so sad. It reminded me that maybe I don't want to get sucked in again, to relive it all, because really it gets quite dark by the time you get to Children of Earth. But I'll do it all. Chris had a great remark, that Kay could have written it. God, Jack can be such a priq and then turn around and have such heart. Combat is an OK ep, I guess. Fight club, you know? You can see it coming a mile away. And it doesn't really advance any of the story arc. Some screen time for Owen, and maybe a sense of why it's OK for Owen to die later, but nothing tasty. And Jack and Ianto are still figuring it out I think at that point, or at least not out to the team.
So, two episodes, laundry to the dryer, and off to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. Such is life.
My legs were a bit sore from yesterday's jump back into activity. I had my heart set on a row, but there was someone on the rower I fancy (the Concept II). So it was back to the treadmill. When the rower free'd up, I snagged it for a quick 2000m. I usually do 5000, but there was no time. Besides, my arms were burning already. Still, weighed in at 146.5. Getting closer. I won't make it by my birthday, but that's really an artificial deadline anyway.
At the office, I called my mother to see how she was doing. I didn't want to call earlier and wake her. She's still having a really awful time breathing, dizzy & weak, and eventually she decided to call the NP at her doctor's office. The NP decided she didn't need to come in, just take it easy at home. She's ashen gray, but mostly following doctor's orders and just laying down all the time.
Then it was back into the usual...trying to follow-up with all the units I haven't heard from in the NYC effort, getting sign-off on the Eduroam documentation, trying to close the loop on the end of support for MacOS 10.4, working on the last vestiges of killing off (whoops, I mean retiring) ResNet. I made a bit of progress, but overall it was kind of "meh". And long. Really long.
I picked Chris up, and we went home. Lots to do. Julia came over to buy a couple dozen eggs. I made stir-fry for dinner. We moved the furniture from Granny's apartment out of the garage and into the house so that we could put the car in the garage because of the snow that was expected to start overnight. Paul had math homework. Maddy and I played with unit triangles (1, 1, radical 2; 1, 2, radical 3; etc.) I kinda like trig. Rotated laundry, did dishes, put the chickens away, fed and walked the dog, put the kids to bed and...can you guess?
Had a drink and watched two more episodes of Torchwood. Let's see, last night was Out of Time and Combat. Out of time was so, so sad. It reminded me that maybe I don't want to get sucked in again, to relive it all, because really it gets quite dark by the time you get to Children of Earth. But I'll do it all. Chris had a great remark, that Kay could have written it. God, Jack can be such a priq and then turn around and have such heart. Combat is an OK ep, I guess. Fight club, you know? You can see it coming a mile away. And it doesn't really advance any of the story arc. Some screen time for Owen, and maybe a sense of why it's OK for Owen to die later, but nothing tasty. And Jack and Ianto are still figuring it out I think at that point, or at least not out to the team.
So, two episodes, laundry to the dryer, and off to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. Such is life.