Erg. erg, erg, erg. Another fifteen thousand meters knocked off today, and I'm
thoroughly convinced there's a very good reason those rowing machines aer called
ergs.
Erg.
Unfortunately, RUdder hasn't erged yet today
so he's way too fucking energetic and is driving me nuts. I've been trying to
hint, in subtle wifely ways, that he's got plenty of time to do his daily hitch
before we have to go out, as long as he doesn't do anything insane like a half-
marathon (having done a whole marathon yesterday, I can't imagine why he'd want to
do more than necessary today) but the hinets are not landing on fertile
ground.
Erg.
Ergito, cogito sum -- I erg, therefore I think I am. Only I'm not entirely sure
what I think I am.