Hola, bienvenido muchachos. I’m out of the office this morning on a personal errand/work of mercy, and may not be contributing all that much to the conversation until later in the day.
We’re doing something a little different today, because I needed a break from the usual women in tight lycra begging for attention on Instagram.
Here’s a young woman in a pretty blue dress.
Stuck in my head for like a week now. Time to exorcise the demon:
Cute girl just working out in practical clothing. Nice.
It appears that the main binders only have ~400 items left in them. Taking suggestions now on what do on Mondays to when they run out. I probably won’t listen to the suggestions but I will take them.
I think my cough is finally far enough in the rearview mirror that I can plan to work out this week. Feels like it’s been ages, and I’m bound to be sore, but it’s got to be done.
Is this still a triptych?
I seriously don’t think I’ll touch one next year. Pretty sure they’re basically crack in Polish doughnut form. Lent starts early for me this year.
I don’t remember the last time I swam. Must be years ago now.
So I reckon these things mostly by how often I have 52 binders’ worth of weeks in the can, but last week was the end of year 5 of this august institution, making this the beginning of year 6. How time flies, amirite?
I’m going to try and make some bread out of buckwheat sprouts next, because I’m trying to find something bread-like that I can feed to Possum that isn’t made with industrial waste products (try to find a commercial bread loaf with no canola or soybean oil that isn’t Ezekial Bread, good luck). I might have to get a grain mill attachment for my stand mixer, but it’s not like it gets used much now anyhow.
Anyone ever made buckwheat sourdough? Tell me how.
She looks perky.
Long “weekend”. Possum and I had lots of fun, but I get pretty drained trying to stay “on” for her for hours on end, so I’m a wreck this morning. Straight to pictures.
If you have complaints about this one, you just don’t like women.
I’m at the customer site by the time you’ll read this, so my day is going to be less than pleasant, and I’m certain to be less present. I’m snapping this together quickly before I go do all my chores in preparation.
Starting the week off right with some sex cult/mobility exercises.
So I watched the heck out of this movie on HBO when I was a kid. It’s on Netflix now:
If you’ve got 90 minutes, it’s a great nostalgia piece. Sheen does his “sober guy” character for a change. And there’re a lot of Pontiacs going fast. And Turbo!