And I am celebrating both Pride and also the fact that I am off the antibiotics. Which means I can drink again! I have spent the last ten days not drinking a drop. While this may not sound daunting, we are talking two great summer Saturday. We are talking about missing parties, and birthdays, and poker, and podcasts. This I do in the hope of not having to have a root canal in the future. A small price to be sure, but one I am glad to put paid. So today is about drinking. Give me a reason and I will say cheers! Prost!
Brewing Kool Kat Golden Ale beer with friends, drinking diff brews, snacking on fruit/meat/cheese, playing guitars, fiddles and harps. Good times!
So far we have tasted Coffeehouse Stout, Founders Porter, 250th Annvrsy Guiness, Sam Adams Blackberry Witbeir, Allagash '09 and a homebrew Rasberry Wheatbeer.
I did 30 minutes of weight training cardio exercise on Tuesday. The focus was on lower body, mostly the legs. Perhaps being out of the habit of doing intense workouts is to blame. Perhaps I just pushed too hard, or the weights I used were a higher level than I am really at. Either way, I am seriously in pain for the second day in a row. My thighs are stiff and sore. Getting in and out of chairs is very challenging. I have to use the handicap stalls when I go to the restroom. My lower back is a bit sore, and so are my glutes.
This is putting the rest of my fitness regime on hold. Suck.
Deciphering symbols, unraveling gestures. The words on the wall are taken from Babel. Misinterpretation, the enemy courting. Begging a difference, adding shadows and depth. Vague shades, ideas and thoughts. Transparent, in a lost world.
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