Made chicken/goat cheese/tomato/bacon salt sandwiches for lunch. They were good.
Did some excercises upon waking and then left the house for the first time in a week! Truly a momentous day, sirrah.
I replaced the housing/head unit on my trolling motor. The mfr sent me a new one, but I had to disassemble and rewire the new one. Now I can get around my newly flooded basement in my canoe.
Gave cleaning the house a good thought, before settling in to watch football.
Evidently this week my embryo starts growing teeth and loses its tail. So I did one seventh of it this morning without even breaking a sweat.
Successfully convinced the man that he wanted to get up with the dogs.
I got out of bed.
Trust me. That’s WAY more fucking impressive than it sounds.
I have packed boxes 1-4 of whimper who knows how many.
I’m moving in May and I’ve actually got a plan. I’ll let you know if the momentum is maintained for any length of time at all.
Never really noticed that second “r” before.
Dean Martin celebrity roasts and The Best of the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson! All available on DVD for a mere few hundred dollars!
Call now! Operators are standing by!*
*Or, you can just find the same bits on YouTube.
I amended thirteen years of tax returns to include foreign-sourced investment income.
(OK, to be fair, I *printed *them this morning. It actually involved about four days worth of work, total.)
Let the record show that on Sunday morning at 1am I was taking a hot shower.
That I plumbed myself. That I gave up on plumbing in at about 9pm on Saturday. At about midnight I realised I could use a tap as a converter from 1/2" to 3/4" to run the cold water line hard to the tap and then through a hose.
It’s a camping propane gas water heater, so by running the water hose through the house to the back step (I’ve got a water line at the back of the house but the thread on the tap is worn out so I can’t connect the hose to it) and grabbing the propane cylinder from the stove I had a epic ‘hope no one can see me’ hot shower.
I got gas at the gas station I was previously boycotting for petty grumpy old person reasons. OK, I did it partly because I forgot to turn the other way to the other gas station which so far has not offended me, but as I did it, I felt like I was moving on and becoming a better, less petty person.
Then I pulled the level to open the trunk instead of the one for the gas tank and had to make a show of meaning to do that. :o
Met over 400 people and kept the majority of the spellbound with my raw charisma.
Your zipper was down the entire time. Everybody noticed. But if you want to call it raw charisma, whatever…
Mrs FtG and I swim most days. One thing I like to do is swim underwater. I do a length and half+ in one go. (25m pool.) Both face down and face up (on my back, I seem to go farther that way for unknown reasons). This seems to impress some of the regulars who have commented on it several times. Did them today, but kinda of struggled. Last week I was almost up to a full lap.