Happy birthday, Harry!
Jul. 13th, 2005 08:54 am-0: The word in from
ravyngyngvar is that it'll take weeks to get his passport renewed, so at this point his only option is to see if our embassy will fork over a U.S. tourist visa for him to come on over here and visit us. For extra added bonus annoyance points, they only take telephone calls between 2-4. Except on Wednesday. So he won't be able to find out anything before tomorrow at best anyway. Gah!
-1: The foot I fell on last night is still a trifle tender, and just enough swollen on my toe and just beneath it that it throws my walking off a bit. It doesn't look too bad right now, but there's a bit of discoloration that I strongly suspect is going to be a bruise pretty soon. Sigh. Perhaps tonight's workout will have to be with the weights.
+/-2: With no Yngvar showing up this week, looks like I get to work on Friday and Monday after all. I told my lead about this just now in email, to which he replied, "Look on the bright side: you get to be around the lot of us on Friday and Monday. Yeah, yeah, I know – it's hard to curb the kind of excitement this brings to a person. =)" I told him indeed, I may swoon from the rapture. I mean, it's no Great Big Sea concert anticipation swoonage, but oh joy, oh glee, the fun and excitement of testing on Longhorn!
(Well okay, mostly I'll just be relieved that I'll have a full paycheck this week. Same diff.)
+3: In lighter news, today is the birthday of Mr. Harrison Ford. He is 63. I raise a glass (well, my can of diet Mountain Dew, at least) in his honor. Though I do gently remind him that he is in fact 63--so maybe he's just a tad too old to still be thinking about a new Indiana Jones flick--Dr. Jones and Han Solo are still two of my prototypical original swoonable heroes. And after having just seen Revenge of the Sith, I appreciate Han all the more. Perhaps I shall watch The Empire Strikes Back in Mr. Ford's honor some time this week.
Monday miles: 1.5
Tuesday miles: 1.0
Miles out of Hobbiton: 240.5
Miles to Rivendell: 217.5
-1: The foot I fell on last night is still a trifle tender, and just enough swollen on my toe and just beneath it that it throws my walking off a bit. It doesn't look too bad right now, but there's a bit of discoloration that I strongly suspect is going to be a bruise pretty soon. Sigh. Perhaps tonight's workout will have to be with the weights.
+/-2: With no Yngvar showing up this week, looks like I get to work on Friday and Monday after all. I told my lead about this just now in email, to which he replied, "Look on the bright side: you get to be around the lot of us on Friday and Monday. Yeah, yeah, I know – it's hard to curb the kind of excitement this brings to a person. =)" I told him indeed, I may swoon from the rapture. I mean, it's no Great Big Sea concert anticipation swoonage, but oh joy, oh glee, the fun and excitement of testing on Longhorn!
(Well okay, mostly I'll just be relieved that I'll have a full paycheck this week. Same diff.)
+3: In lighter news, today is the birthday of Mr. Harrison Ford. He is 63. I raise a glass (well, my can of diet Mountain Dew, at least) in his honor. Though I do gently remind him that he is in fact 63--so maybe he's just a tad too old to still be thinking about a new Indiana Jones flick--Dr. Jones and Han Solo are still two of my prototypical original swoonable heroes. And after having just seen Revenge of the Sith, I appreciate Han all the more. Perhaps I shall watch The Empire Strikes Back in Mr. Ford's honor some time this week.
Monday miles: 1.5
Tuesday miles: 1.0
Miles out of Hobbiton: 240.5
Miles to Rivendell: 217.5