I've been avoiding my gym for a couple months now. I know, I know, bad fag. But with a pool at my disposal that was outside in the nice open air for the summer, why go swim inside? Thankfully my locker was still locked, my shoes were still inside, and all was right with the world ( Read more... )

On my morning run this morning I ( Read more... )

Work continues. Ran 7 miles this morning. Should be doing more, but that's a good amount for a school day ( Read more... )

Today was a wet one. I started it with a shower, then an open water swim out on the Chesapeake Bay with the club sometime around 8:30, another shower after that, then some more swimming at the cult co-op pool, then, of course, another shower. Very, very wet ( Read more... )

As I sit here, at almost 11 at night, the neighborhood kids are still setting off firecrackers. And for once I'm not feeling fussy about it. I ran this morning, and Wednesdays are my normal rest days, so won't be getting up for that, so no worries tonight ( Read more... )

Just when I thought I'd be hearing the neigborhood kids playing with firecrackers all afternoon, nature decided to open up the skies with her own fireworks. Never have I been happier to see a lightning storm arrive.
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Just got out a psuedo contentious meeting of the membership of the cult co-op. We were amending the bylaws, and we just left the meeting room at 11:30, after starting at 8 ( Read more... )

As lioncub mentioned this morning, our building decided to call/stop by this morning just before he was leaving for work, well after I'd left to go swim, to let us know they were coming in to replace our windows and oh, as part of that, you have to move all the furniture out of the way and lock up the cats ( Read more... )

I've done my southern roots proud and had my black-eyed peas, served up in a vegan version of hoppin' john. Alas, I did not make cornbread or collard greens, but I did make the peas, and that was the important part, according to my grandmother ( Read more... )

Its four in the morning and I just had to call security to come break up the party next door. There's loud Tejano music (or is it Norteño? I can't tell, and frankly I don't know that I really care) coming through the wall, loud enough for me to understand the lyrics (if I spoke Spanish, that is), as well as drunken Spanish being spoken, over the ( Read more... )