Another slow Sunday. Outside, the temps are 18 (F) but they're predicted to warm up to 36 (F). Looking at the long range forecast, a warming trend is on the horizon. We are, after all, halfway through winter, give or take a day. In fact, if we do give or take a day, we've got about six weeks left. Damn! That rodent was right! Maybe.
I do get to work this afternoon. 7.5 hours, so they've given me a lunch break, which I may or may not take. Two fifteen minute breaks spread throughout the day may do the trick. This is because around 2 PM things are going to begin slowing down and I don't really see the point in taking a lunch when you're sitting around doing nothing.
The house gods must be happy. Some time ago I replaced a ceiling light in my kitchen and... well, I must not have connected the wires correctly since it refused to turn on. My friend Justin said I'd attached them backwards, and fixed them. No light. Two nights ago, a little after midnight, Biggie had to go out and... voila, the light was on.
Last evening I ordered a Stryd, a pod that attaches to your sneaker used for tracking your stride, and your pace. Right now I'm relying on the Fenix 6 Pro which has proven to be rather unreliable because it depends upon an accelometer (their word) which uses arm movement to calculate stride. Sometimes there is accuracy, mostly there is not. Before I bought my treadmill, before I used the treadmill so extensively to help with my back, this information was not that important. Perhaps the old accountant in me is raising his head, since I now want to record my almost daily jogs.
