May 8th, 2006

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Race for the Cure

Just a quick tickler entry:

I am once again participating in the Detroit Race for the Cure! I just registered this morning. If you are moved to donate to this nifty cause, that would be awesome. You can do so here. More about this later, including (probably, unless I think of something better) a custom Rennie-type fundraiser: Postcards For The Cure.

I had an excellent-if-exhausting weekend, and now I'm back at work trying to get my brain to turn on. Not a ton of success so far, but I remain hopeful.
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Planning my evening

This morning I thought I was tired. (Which I was.) Later in the morning/early afternoon, I thought I was suffering from allergies. (Not unexpected, given that I spent the entire weekend in and riding through nature.) My eyes were irritated and I was sneezy. As the day has worn on though, I'm beginning to fear that I'm coming down with a cold. (But I hope not.)

Anyway, this led to the following mental monologue as I was driving home from work this evening:

"Okay, I should stop and pick up some kind of allergy meds for tomorrow before I go home, in case this is an allergy thing. But in case it's a cold, I'll nip it in the bud tonight. I'll go right home after, take some nyquil, and climb into bed with a good book. No wait, I need to exercise. Okay, home, treadmill, nyquil, then bed. I forgot dinner. Home, dinner, treadmill, nyquil, bed. No, I'll need something for my headache before walking. Home, advil, treadmill, dinner, nyquil, bed. Wait, the allergy stuff! Okay. Drugstore, home, advil, treadmill, dinner, nyquil, bed. That should work."

By the end, I felt like some kind of Monty Python routine. "Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and nyquil...fear and nyquil.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, nyquil, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... Amongst our weapons...."

It was a good plan, in the end. But then I stopped to write a journal entry about it all, so the schedule's all thrown off anyway. Must go tread now!