Yesterday, we went out to Old Sturbridge Village to check out life in the 1820s. This sort of thing always gives me new appreciation for the “old masters.” I mean, life was not simple or terribly pleasant when Jefferson, Admas, and Franklin were re-shaping our standards for civilization.
This morning started with very nice pancakes, followed by driving redmed to the airport for her week schmoozing with the high-powered-people in California. I understand that this is some sort of work related activity, but all the stories I hear seem to involve renting a bus to drive a group out to Sonoma to tour vineyards.
So I came home and popped in my old friend the Navy Seals workout DVD. Good times, I’m weak and pathetic. The legs section was fine, but the rest were maybe 60% at best. Darn it … I used to OWN that workout. Now it owned me.
On the other hand, check out the admission standards for the army: 15 push ups, 45 sit-ups in a minute. Oh come *on*.
This afternoon, technolope plans to drive down to join me at a football watching party. Good times! I love a party! Woo Hoo! Who’s playing, again?
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