Hardly threatened by a hockey lockout
I’ve decided to model my effort level after the dog. Sleep until called, bark at strangers and watch for (forgotten) food. The day takes just as long to go by, but my cardio rate is down and I’m happy. Seriously though. Vacation is just about over, and I’d hate to look tired when the cubicle inspectors stop by, next week. I work in a public building, so I’m going to have to use a variation on normal dog habits. Barking at strangers is not good.
While moving stuff in the basement, I found my box of batteries. The first of six is now charging, although I have no idea if it is still “good”. Oh well, what doesn’t work will go to recycle. Next up: solar array 101. Move from “I intend to” all the way to “I now do”.
Interesting discussion with son #2 while watching an “invest in inventions” program that will remain nameless. He has a belief set that closely matches my own, without the conviction that change is impossible in our world. His turn, now. Go on, show me!
If I can believe the newspapers, the thought of a possible disruption in the next professional hockey season is (at least) as important as any political developments. Come on! I believe that we can show years of hockey reruns without anyone missing a beat. Works for I Love Lucy… Other than the true crazies, how many people can even tell which teams are onscreen without those cute initials in the upper corner? Go ahead, lock each other out, until the ice melts away.
