I just want to inform the world that I went to the gym this morning. I walked 32 minutes on the treadmill and did double sets on the circuit. I joined Planet Fitness last month and I committed myself to exercise every other day. I kept my commitment for a whole half week before some urgent matter called me off course. I don't remember what urgent matter offhand. Was that the day the President asked for my council on some issue of international security?
I restarted my program only to be interrupted by snow. There was the day I didn't go to the gym because the snow was accumulating quickly and it would be safer to get home and off the road. There was the day I worked out shoveling the driveway. There was the day the weather reporter said it might be icy. And there was the day it was snowing like crazy...in Chicago.
I have managed to work out between storms and taking care of the needs and potential needs of my family. But today I worked out. Yes, I want a medal.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Gina and the Superbowl Non-party
A funny thing happened since my last blog. Our family grew. No, there is no change-of-life baby. Our new addition, Gina, is two months younger than Tara. Gina is a friend of Tara's who found herself suddenly in need of a new home. Her mom has been incapacitated with a stroke, and well, she's here now and we are all very glad to have her. So in future blogs when I'm writing about Gina, you will kindly understand that I am not seeing imaginary kids, nor did we unwittingly fail to include an offspring in our 2010 or 2000 census surveys.
Tonight was our annual watching of the Superbowl. Just like last year we feasted on ginormous sandwiches from Harold's Deli. Unlike last year, nobody dropped an entire pastrami and liverwurst sandwich on the floor. Magic was sorely disappointed. Nobody was rooting for anyone in particular, except maybe BP. About halfway through the second quarter he decided Green Bay was looking good, so he declared himself rooting for the frontrunner. Because of the general lack of enthusiasm for the game, and probably due to being stuffed with deli meat, we were not a lively crew. Dee never made it here at all. Gene and Terry went home after half-time. Frank went home in the third quarter. I got an unexpected call on my cell phone. It was BP calling from the other couch to tell me to stop snoring. So I picked up and reread the magazine article I had been working on in between commercials. Woo hoo! Superbowl Party!
Tonight was our annual watching of the Superbowl. Just like last year we feasted on ginormous sandwiches from Harold's Deli. Unlike last year, nobody dropped an entire pastrami and liverwurst sandwich on the floor. Magic was sorely disappointed. Nobody was rooting for anyone in particular, except maybe BP. About halfway through the second quarter he decided Green Bay was looking good, so he declared himself rooting for the frontrunner. Because of the general lack of enthusiasm for the game, and probably due to being stuffed with deli meat, we were not a lively crew. Dee never made it here at all. Gene and Terry went home after half-time. Frank went home in the third quarter. I got an unexpected call on my cell phone. It was BP calling from the other couch to tell me to stop snoring. So I picked up and reread the magazine article I had been working on in between commercials. Woo hoo! Superbowl Party!
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