1. Yesterday, after listening to a full 10 minutes of my office mate's (read: husband's) conference call on speaker phone, I made a decision: "If I can't focus enough to get some editing done, then I should at least get some exercise in." I grabbed my swim things and drove down the hill to the Mount Vernon Rec Center. My next-door neighbour/running partner had jotted down a beginner workout for me, so I had that with me, protected in a little plastic baggie, to give me something to follow:
- 100 free
- 100 free kick
- 100 pull
- 8 x 50 w/ 20 sec rest, slow down, fast back
- 3 x 100 kick: free, choice, free
- 5 x 100 free, 30 sec rest
At this point, I'm still not ready to tackle my pathetic breast stroke, which was always my least favorite and least efficient stroke. Nor am I eager to practice flip turns. I did get all my laps done, however, all the while playing music in my head, thinking about stuff, scanning the bubbly surface of the pool for floating chunks of mucous, etc. After my swim, I felt pleasantly fatigued all over: a very different type of muscle fatigue from that post-run.
2. Taylor and I have completed the first two lectures in the Open Climate 101 series by David Archer of University of Chicago. Prof. Archer gives a good explanation of some basic science on heat and light, followed by a more detailed look at blackbody radiation and quantum physics. It was like going to college, except from the comfort of our Tempur-Pedic.
3. It only took ~9 years, but my lovely little boy can finally fall asleep by himself. We still read to him every night, typically a full chapter of whatever book we're on, but then we can give him a smooch or two and roll out of his bed and scurry off to pursue some adult down time. Some magic must have happened to make him no longer uneasy by himself. Most kids get to this step by about age 3 or something, but we were lapse in our efforts to teach him independence. I hope we still have a few years before he no longer wants a bedtime story, but I think our days are numbered in that department. How many hours have we spent snuggled next to our son reading? Sigh. Glad I'll have that to look back on.
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