Dr. Bosun and I rowed singles this morning -- it was a much better row that
Friday's in the quad, and I really felt like I was both making progress on my form
issues and getting a workout.
With all this rowing and weightlifting,
though, I'm really starting to feel a bit sore all over, more or less permanently.
Last night, I tried taking a hot bath to see if that would help. It did, a bit.
What I'm really looking forward to, though, is the hot tub in the hotel in Korea.
I always forget my damn bathing suit and can't use them, so at the moment I have a
suitcase out on my bedroom floor with nothing in it but the swimsuit. Just so I
don't forget.
My mother asked last night whether I had packed yet. I
pointed out that not everyone plans outfits for every day of a trip and packs two
weeks in advance. After all, I figure the actual packing will take approximately
20 minutes and I'd rather wait until close to the trip so I can have all my
underwear washed and not be needing to wear it before I go. Mom also told us to
have a "very safe" (as opposed to "good" or "fun") trip, which is
symptomatic.
I had a very funny and somewhat raunchy story I wanted
to tell here, but of course I have entirely forgotten it now. Drat.
I
do have further advance prep for the trip -- buying film, doing laundry, and, most
of all, cleaning house before the friends who are catsitting see it. I actually
mopped all the downstairs floors yesterday, which is a fairly large undertaking
when you have to dust, sweep, and move out all the furniture beforehand.
Considering the mop water turned black enough that I had to empty and refill it
between doing the kitchen and the family room, I should probably do it a bit more
often.
If I remember the raunchy story, I'll post it up later. Ciao.
Posted by dichroic at January 28, 2002 04:59 PM