Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

Wrote this yesterday, but my site was down, so couldn’t post it.

Spring is here, spring is here, time for skittles and time for beer.

Yes, it’s going to get cooler as the week goes one, but it’s glorious here in DC today. Saw daffodils in bloom while out running, that being the first sign of Spring in the DC parks. The second sign was, of course, the sound of lots of bicycle chains which hadn’t been oiled in months (perhaps years) out and about on the local trails. Most of these riders didn’t know to warn you that they were coming up beside you, but you probably heard their chains grinding from a good several feet away (if not that, then the sound of their wheezing as they rode too quickly, too soon).

Ran this afternoon, after the cold meds kicked in and killed the remaining bit of sniffles, and after a nice, hot, steamy shower to help them along (ah, snot in the shower, yum). The run felt pretty good. I was going sooooo slooooow, trying to keep my heart rate down where it’s supposed to be rather than just going out and running like I usually do. I’m very bad about actually using the HRM as it’s supposed to be used, to slow myself down and actually train the heart without overtaxing it. But since we’re fussing at the newbie triathletes about that, I’m trying to follow my/our own advice. So I was slower than molasses, but it was still a good run. Is so nice now that the calf’s back in action.

Did forget to put Body Glide on my nips, which started to tell me that was a very, very bad idea at the turn-around, but which ultimately calmed down and are fine now. Will have to remember that stuff for the long runs again.

Like a lot of people I seem to have missed the final 30-60 seconds of Battlestar Gallactica on Friday (silly TiVo recording times). Got the gist of it, but what a pain to have to re-record it. Otherwise, that was quite a season ender. Glad they took the premise of the original show and went where they have with it, it’s been good television for the most part.

I suspect the fools who made my veggie burger for yesterday’s lunch used some cheese as a binding agent. Too bad it becomes an un-binding agent once released into my gut. Behold, the Power of Cheese! Wicked little dairy products.

Taking it easy tonight. Nice relaxing dinner with Lawrence, then bed. Off tomorrow for my 6 month dental appointment and running other errands (time to buy more TP, bug my real estate agent about stuff, etc.). Might get in a nice bike ride since it’ll be comfortable out. We’ll see when we get there.

So, it’s no secret that I’m a member of several web sites which cater to more prurient interests (hell, my user name is always the same, and I use clear face pictures, so it’s not like it’s hidden). Many of these sites allow you to a) see who has looked at your profile recently and/or b) see if someone has rated your profile.

Yesterday, while feeding my ego checking those self-same sites, one of the pictures stood out as looking familiar. I puzzled a bit, it wasn’t the best or, I now realize, the most recent picture of him, but then it hit me: I work with this gentleman. Not directly with him, I’ve not addressed any legal issues in his area, but we usually see each other every other week or so in one of the cafeterias in our office building, often enough that I eventually recognized him, despite the more grizzled appearance in his online profile.

Now, this isn’t the first co-worker I’ve seen on such sites, nor the first that I’ve had confirmation of some of the rather naughty things they like to enjoy in private, but it is the first where I only have a casual, passing acquaintance with the gentleman (hell, I don’t think I even know his name in this case). But I’m wondering how to handle this. With the others I’ve known, I knew them well enough to be able to tease them a little bit about it in private, but as I said, I don’t even know this guy’s name, just that he usually orders a grilled cheese sandwich and which office he works in.

So how does one, or does one at all, acknowledge the recognition?

I think I may have short circuited my usual “can’t sleep, the sudafed’ll get me” sleepless night when I catch a cold. Zonked myself out at 9 last night with some melatonin, slept really well until about midnight, then was up, off and on, until around 2ish, then back to some (fitful) sleep until 6 when I got up and hopped on the bike trainer for 45 minutes. Hopefully that was the extent of my sleeplessness and I’ll be able to rest better until this thing is gone. I usually have this one night where I’m too jittery from the sudafed to sleep well, but when the choice is don’t sleep because a) I can’t breathe; or b) I have a stimulant in my system but can breathe, I’ll take B for the block.

The ride on the trainer went well, and I felt better for sweating some (the box of tissues was within arm’s reach, but remained unused, thankfully). Remember, if it’s above the neck, you can exercise moderately.

Work is nuts, as expected. I swear, the sky falls every time I leave. It’s nice to know I’m needed and integral to the team, but you know, a certain degree of anonymity would be nice every now and again.

Home today with an entirely self-inflicted head cold. Work is, I’m sure, going nuts as they always do when I’m out, but so be it. And I wish the meds (sudafed) that get rid of the more obnoxious symptoms weren’t so damned taxing themselves. That and I wish that I didn’t turn into a 4 year old when I get sick.

Partially fortuitous, actually, as I was home when the USPS dropped off a very important and much-anticipated package (gift check from ye olde parental units for ye olde apartment purchase).

Finished reading two books (the last two of the “Death Gate Cycle” by Weiss & Hickman) today. Not like those are tough reads, but they kept me entertained and off the computer (mmm, monster killing…).

Hopefuly sleep tonight won’t be bad – I actually slept pretty darned well last night, just woke up with a head stuffed with snot and without a will to move.

I managed to run for the first time in 3ish weeks today. No pain in the calf, it did fine, albeit at a slow pace. My knees, now, three plus hours afterword, on the other hand, are not so happy with me. Oh well, the knees will get over it. Thankfully the calf seems to be over it, which was a royal pain in the ass.

I also got the docs I needed to review for the cult co-op. Not reading them right at the moment because, well, I’m tired of reading legal docs today. Had to read far too many for work, the mood’s just not there for this. Will read them tomorrow while I do laundry.

Work has been absolutely crazy of late, which is cutting into my social time. Silly employer (yay for Uncle Sugar, but damn he’s demanding).

Sunday’s little incident seems far too long ago. *sigh*

I’m wearing a tie to work today. I hate ties, with a passion. So why the tie? Why, to keep my collar up sufficiently to hide the light hickie I have, of course.

When coming in from dinner last night I got cruised and allowed myself to get picked up inside my apartment building. Nice fuzzy chested latino, my size, nice uncut cock and a penchant for lots of little comments like, “You’re so cute,” and “You’re so sexy,” and “Ay, papi!” He wanted me to stay the night, but I did need some amount of sleep prior to working today, so I politely excused myself and went up to sleep in my own bed. Twas a pleasant diversion after a frustrating weekend without internet access.

Oh internets, how I missed thee. Long story short, RCN incorrectly disconnected our cable internet service during a service audit. After much hissy-fitting with the company (they cancelled a service call that was supposed to come yesterday, no explanation, no call, no checking to see if the service was actually working or not and, hence, if the visit was actually needed…), it has now (four days later) been reconnected and I/we can join the world of the living again. Stoopid lack of access.

The cult co-op/seller’s agent is supposed to get the docs to my agent tomorrow, so I should have those in my hot little hands tomorrow evening. I hope.

I hope to be able to run on Tuesday. In the meantime, had a good bike ride today, and great weight workout Friday. Backed off on the calf exercises which may have caused the original pull, so keep your fingers crossed there.

That’s life right now, real estate stuff, reading, work, and triathlon.

The internets are still dead at ye olde homestead. Stoopid cable companies. I didn’t realize how much I use the net for entertainment until it went dead. Hopefully this isn’t a sign of things to come when I have to switch the stuff over from one home to another.

It was semi-useful last night, actually. I took the time to review the various and sundry co-op docs they presented me with yesterday. Interestingly, I got copies of everything except the really useful/interesting docs, namely the bylaws and member’s manual. Goofballs. So I have to contact my agent(s) and have them track those down. I’m all happy to join the cult co-op, but do let me know what it is I’m agreeing to before I sign, kthnxbye.

Right after I posted last night, our cable connection went dead. It seems that Comcast, bless their pea brains, knocked the big cable routing box off the wall on our hall. Didn’t knock out any of their customers, mind you, so they won’t do anything about their actions, but it did oh-so-conveniently knock out the RCN subscribers.

Fuckwads.

Anyway, that prevented me from posting around 8ish when my agent called and informed me that the sellers accepted my offer, no changes. Haven’t set the exact closing date, but it should be in early April, and then I’ll get my stuff moved over in mid to late April. Fun, fun.

The offer has been made, now I just sit and wait for the executor of the estate to accept it or counter it (pray for the former).

Tick, tock, tick, tock…