Work was moderate. I received a request from Mark to write a poem "about carry". Here is goes:
The waves crash over MaryAs she carves the waves to surfThese forces of nature will carryHer body back to turfOn the shore she looks to the skyA bird soars with something in its billIs this a sign from up highof a destiny for her to fill?The stork swoops down lowIn the cloth a young babyAtop the head, it carries a bowMary's heart is filled with gleeWhat once was a feathered creatureTurns into mechanical botStorks must have a new featureIn fear, Mary blows snotA voice comes from the 'bird'"Your destiny, take care of this little one.The responsibility is transferred."Just like that, it flew off into the sun
After work I drove home separate from Habs; he took his bike home. Well actually he almost took his bike home. It ran out of gas on the way home and I helped him get some fuel and back up and running.
I ran. I decided to go earlier than normal, for some extra sun exposure. I did not expect the temperature to stay so high. It was right at the triple-digit mark, with occasional winds. The only thing I tried to do was pace myself and make sure I was getting enough air. Ended up going 3.3 miles (that is 12.6% of a marathon, yay).
Cooked some chicken and pesto-pasta. I spent some of the evening going through ancient files on my computer. A little trip down memory lane.
I had a hard time falling asleep, and no help from the TV gods on this one. Inglorious Basterds was on Showtime, The Craft was on another channel, and How It's Made was on Science Channel. Le sigh.