record breaking

Tuesday: Not much sleep last night. The phone rang at 7:00, and MB asked me "why is the phone ringing?" Her alarm went off around 7:30. She headed out around 8:30. I got out of bed at 9:30. A focused morning: brief web, shower, fed cats, down basement for full morning practices. Completed with time to spare. A little guitar, and breakfast. Cleaned the medicine cabinet in the downstairs bathroom.

Another cold and damp day. Windy too. Driving to work (across town), I saw one downed tree. At the office I gave B the good news of my progress of the previous day. Worked on my next move. Decided to do some more integration work, to reap the benefits of a new memory allocation system in the code base at large. Lunch at my desk. Not quite enough food, I got a couple of slices of pizza later on. An incredibly annoying 'coming of age' Reality TV program on the tube in the pizza shop. Two girls graduating from high school kept saying over and over "It's the End of the Beginning... What does that mean?" Worked through a header related bug, only to find that I had already worked through it once, in a different project, months ago. A little like climbing a mountain, and finding your own initials carved at the top. "Oh yeah." Shawn never came to collect his gear. Left work at 6:15.

Made good time driving through the wet and teaming streets, neatly circumventing a traffic jam. Picked up a woman from the Wellington T stop, who was interested in taking the yoga class. We chatted on the drive. She's a tech headhunter. A very good class tonight. Heavily attended (14 people, I think). "Record breaking." Pretty strenuous in a couple of places. I wouldn't have wanted it to be any harder. Very sleepy in the end section. Gave the woman a ride back to the T stop.

Back home, hung out a bit feeling zonked. MB returned from taking two belly dance workshops back to back. (One in Central, and the other down in Quincy). We hung out a bit. I put away the dishes from the washer as she made lunches. We worked on Intergalactic Boogie a bit. She showed me a website on tree rings. And another on the son of her major advisor, who is a mountain climber. He has the same name as his father, who fell to his death climbing a mountain in the alps. He is trying to climb the same mountain. Wonder if he'll find his initials at the top.