Skyline

I am blogging from the roof! In my new chair! I love where I live more and more. The wireless works straight through our ceiling to the flat roof. I can see the whole Boston skyline laid out before me. It's a little nippy, and I am damp from running for the second night in a row (which makes me moral), but my computer warms my lap. Also, Baseball starts on Sunday. I am willing summer to arrive.

Toasty

I can't decide if I'm flushed with victory or beer right now. Certainly flushed though. Every week I go and get my ass handed to me at the poker table by the MIT smarties, but tonight was just my night. The cards went my way, and I have 25 bucks to spend as I see fit.

Endorphin Kick

Whew! I just went jogging, and I think I added a good 1/2 mile to the loop I ran two weeks ago, bringing my total distance to about 1.5 miles. I'm slow, and I don't really like it very much, but I really don't want to grow man-boobs. And now the other foot drops.... it was a guilt jog. I ate an inappropriate ice cream dessert this evening, so I was doing penance.
I have a secret desire to become a proficient runner. It's bad on your knees, but I've always thought that triathalons were the height of cool, and the running is what holds me back. Also, if someone (or a liger) is chasing you, no one will care how fast you can swim. Well, not if you're on land, anyway.

Anticipation

We're going public in the most limited way possible here at the chef. I feel a little bit vulnerable, but I'm wearing one of my favorite garments today, so I think I can expect a certain amount of courage from my Wrangler shirt. Welcome, Rachel!

Happy Easter!

The Lord is risen.

He is risen indeed!

Nonpareils

The ones I'm eating are a local NECCO product, and I've just noticed that they break one of the basic rules of spelling. What a nasty little trap that would be for some eager-beaver 10-yr-old at the National Spelling Bee!

$220 to Nashbar

It's funny how fast your money can disappear once you get going. New brain bucket, tubes, tires, bib shorts and grease remover. Not sexy, but it keeps the Red Stallion riding strong. I have big plans for this summer's riding season. Lots of centuries coming up.

I'm eating doughnut holes now

Cambridge to Concord, to Bedford, and home. 38.9 miles, at 16.7 mph. The Minuteman trail is still snowed over, even though it's been warm for a week.

Hot Night

I return from trivia night all flushed with victory. The foam WWE belt is ours for a week. I think I'll wear it next week when I'm running the thing. I have no idea if I'll ever see any of the 35 bucks worth of grocery store gift certificate our mottled crew won, but that's hardly the point. If filthy lucre is what I was really after, I'd go for a surer bet with my time. I just like knowing we won. It's all ego, pure and simple. Time for book then sleep.

Easter Commerce

I just saw a Toys R' Us commercial where they have a 2-for-1 on Milton Bradley board games for Easter. Do kids get Easter presents now? I got a hollow chocolate bunny, 12 jellybeans, and a couple of Crunch eggs. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful, because dad would make up rhyming clues as to where the plastic eggs had been hidden. Like the one in the coat closet: Hokey Pokey I'm so cold I need a cloaky. He actually said that out loud. I was 13 or so, and I was embarrased for him, even in the safety of our house. He was so uncool! Gosh! Man was I ever insecure.

Making Good

There's a delicious pleasure in coming home from work early and watching TV while eating cheese. The cheese is a key ingredient to happiness, but then you have to drink some hard liquor to dissolve the cheese. That's a trick I learned in Switzerland eating fondue.

Good Intentions

One of these days, I'm going to start coming into work earlier. I'm going to stay later, too. Bed earlier, vegetables more often, run the dishwasher twice a week, etc. And I'll post more often than once every six weeks. Well cultivating positive habits seems to take a lot more energy than, say, promising myself to drink my eight pints of Guiness a week so that I can be an Irish supermodel. As I type this, I'm having leftover fruit snacks for breakfast. Baby steps.