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

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…

Woke up at 5 this morning and knew I wasn’t going back to bed, so I putzed for a bit, then got the gym to swim at 7. It was very quiet there, and I was able to get into a lane, shared at first with one other gentleman, then alone for the last half. This was about an hour before I normally get in there, but it was just as un-crowded at 8 when I was getting out as it was at 7 when I got in.

The resolutioners seem to have resolutioned out, finally. Thank heavens.

I think I freaked out my office by getting in at 8:30. Not early for most people, I know, but since I normally get in at 9:30-9:45, it was a tad strange for the rest of the folks here. I’ll use the extra time today to take less time off tomorrow when I go to fill out paperwork with my agent for the offer on the apartment.

(OMG, NPR is talking about the case of Marshall v. Marshall, aka the “Anna Nicole Smith” case, and I have to say, I knew she was a train wreck, but the description by Nina Totenberg is just Too Fraking Funny)

Will be slightly crazy here at work, even without the home buying stuff (my mortgage broker called when I was in the gym this morning). Whee.

I’m in the process of putting an offer in on a co-op apartment down in southwest DC, near the Waterfront Metro station. Nothing quite like contemplating more than doubling my debt load (after student loans) in one fell swoop. Thank heavens for the tax benefits that come along with mortgage interest payments in this country.

I’ve otherwise been busy, helping with the club’s new triathlete program, working out myself, and just generally living. My calf is still out of commission; tried running last Thursday, a week and some after the initial injury, but ten minutes in at a moderate pace I could tell it was not ready yet. I’ll take this entire week off and try to be patient. Thankfully swimming and biking have not been affected by the calf’s little injury, so I’ve been able to stay up with those in the meantime.

For reasons I’ll not go into here I broke things off with CT last week. For the first time since the Clinton administration I’m single. And you know, I’m okay with that; I’m looking forward to having some “down time” from dating, to be honest. I want to get the new apartment arranged, do my race, get the new triathletes through their first race(s), and simply take things day by day otherwise. Heaven knows I need to take some of the down time and retool my eating habits; I’ve been eating for stress, not for hunger and fueling my body, and the scale’s been showing it this year. Not that buying the apartment and breaking up are doing wonders for my stress levels, but this has been just plain silly. There’s no reason my eating should have been that out of whack. Ah well, live, learn, and move on.

Got a starter Prince’s Wand (link not safe for work) last week. The starter version was nice, after a ton of cleaning (it was obvious they hadn’t cleaned it before they shipped it), but if I were to continue with one I think I’d have to go and get a custom one done by Steel Werks Extreme (again, link not safe for work). The starter one fits okay, but a more customized version would be needed for more than just hanging out in it, if you will.

(how sad, I just realized I didn’t have a “sex” category for that last bit of text; shows how little I’ve been doing anything in that department lately)

Anyway, brought some work home tonight so I need to go read that and get prepped for a semi-big meeting with my chief deputy poo-bah tomorrow.

Just pulled my right calf while running on the treadmill here at work. Ow, ow, ow. And CT’s going to think I did it intentionally to get out of seeing him on Black Tuesday. *sigh* Right now I just want to head home, prop it up with some ice on it and go to bed (though not with the ice still on it as that would be pretty uncomfortable and/or wet when I woke up).

Dear runner with the not-quite-tight-enough-tights, next time, please either put on some undies that hold your junk in tighter, or get better tights, because while it was kind of interesting to see you prove that you were definitely male, it was also mightily odd to see your gonads flopping back and forth while you ran.

Dear walkers, I appreciate that you have to get out and exercise as well, but please get a clue about the rules of the trail, stay to the right, and try not to jump to the left when someone tells you they’re passing you on that side.

Dear cyclists, thank you for behaving for once. I suppose the bad weather meant only the hardiest and smartest of you were out. Bravo.

Behold, the power of garlic. Nothing quite like doubling the amount of garlic to go into your favorite hummus recipe. Yum!

Nice run this morning while out in the rain. Was trying to get done with it before the snow, which was predicted to start between 8 and 10 this morning, started. Of course, the snow didn’t actually start until 2:30, 2:45 or so here in town, but it’s coming down to beat the band now. The rain wasn’t bad at all, and I’m glad I got this weekend’s long run done before we get “snowed in.” Can easily do the bike indoors tomorrow, and we’ll see if the gym is open tomorrow for a swim.

Oh good, I see snow sticking down in the park now.

My brother’s being a twit, drinking on his antidepressant meds, scaring his about-to-pop-out-a-child wife and our parents. ‘Twas his “cry for help” (his words) and it certainly worked. Little idiot. Heaven forfend he should just ask for some help, no, instead he has to make a big dramatic scene. And here I thought the gay children were supposed to be the dramatic ones.