Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Contrary to any assertions made in this space last night, I had not, in fact, thought myself out of thoughts, and those thoughts (and Dr. Horrible, and the first episode of The Guild, both of which I'd somehow, incredibly, never managed to see before) kept me awake until approximately 2 AM. As a result, waking up at 6 AM and going to run around with the frisbee kids didn't happen. Too bad, because it was the last time they were slated to practice indoors. Might have to scout out their schedule, and see if I can catch one of their games some time.
Morning came at around 8 AM, not a bad time, but not near the time I need to keep starting next week. I was counting on the extra hour of sleep Sunday night due to returning to the central time zone, but I'll be robbed of it by the springing forward of the clock and the beginning of daylight savings time. Or is it the end? I can never remember. Either way, spring forward, and no extra sleep for me.
I did get an e-mail from the employers, and apparently I'll be getting a welcome package with a t-shirt in it. Might be the most exciting part (so far) of getting the job. I'll let you know if that's still true after I get my first paycheck. I suspect the t-shirt won't be able to compete.
The information contained within also included a link to enterprise car rental, so as to reserve vehicles at corporate rates. Corporate rates don't preclude the price of a rental nearly doubling due to taxes and fees, apparently. On the good side, I am now a member, amount of pride yet to be determined, of the Emerald Club, National/Enterprise's frequent rental club (or something like that). I'm most excited about that because of the name; as a May born kid, with the emerald as my birthstone, I'm down with that.
I did finally make it back to the gym. Got there at 4:30ish, left at 7:30, near three hours of pickleball, without too many breaks, really. Gave myself credit for 150 minutes, wondering as always how you're supposed to judge what portion of that was spent playing vs waiting for serves, etc. Figure it's a defensible number. After all, if you're on a tennis court for an hour, you're gonna take credit for an hour of tennis. This is a similar case. The wrist that's been an issue since playing volleyball two (or three?) weekends ago was really whining at me all day, but I ignored it, as I'm not going to be playing all that much pickleball soon. Beyond that, I also managed to smack myself in the ankle while trying to track a ball whacked at my feet, and I've got a nice little lump swelling up just above the ankle. That'll be annoying tomorrow.
Dinner was leftover turkey, with ranch dressing due to the fact of no gravy nor barbecue sauce in the place. Hey, it works, what can I say? And then the Red Wings beat the Avalanche, in what is a sad remnant of a once incredibly fierce rivalry. Doesn't matter, I still enjoy seeing Colorado losing whenever possible. Frickin' Nordilanche.
All in all, a good day. Tomorrow's weekly number won't be a step in the right direction, but I'm not sweating it. Since I actually forgot to record last week's number in SP (it was properly reported to the blc authorities), maybe it won't look like much of a change. But the lack of sweat means just that. This week is a freebie before the real challenge starts.