I'm sore all over because I didn't feel like running yesterday and instead played around with a medicine ball. Those things can be friggin' intense. I was going to run before work in the morning today, but oblomovshchina prevented me from getting up in time. I was going to run after work, but I got a call about an emergency potluck while at lunch and I'm leaving directly from work. Potlucks: I take them seriously. I am, after all, from the Middle West.

I haven't touched my coffee yet. I went to get coffee to escape running into people going to the meeting where my failure to produce would relevant, but only succeeded in running into those people on the way to get coffee. I don't care: I'm meditating on the potluck. I take this kind of thing very seriously.

Okay, I let my coffee cool, and now I'm drinking it. I'm love with the modern moonlight.

I check on mapmyrun.com. I was apparently planning on running 3.58 miles when I got home. When I get home, it'll be dark, so I guess it's the medicine ball again. Unless I'm back from the potluck too late.

The beaches close on September 1st. I guess from then on any swimming will be illegal. Drat. Short season for me. The water is "warm" until October (it's never really warm, it's a big lake and there are occasional inversions, bringing the cool deep-lake water to the surface).

I'm going to Milwaukee for an interview next week and I asked a buddy about borrowing his car, and he said, "You know what, I don't loan out the car (which is certainly fair and what I expected), but I've never been to Milwaukee and I have a new camera that I want to try out, I'm down for driving up there, dropping you off at the interview, and then seeing the sites of Milwaukee and taking pictures while you're in your all-day interview if you pick up gas, meals, etc." And I was like, sweet, whatever. I could've probably rented a car and had it reimbursed, but this also works. If I'd really thought ahead, would've gone the night before and caught a baseball game.

Remember my diaries about the "roommating infidel" from a couple years back? I might be buying a car from him in the near future. Checking it out Thursday. It doesn't look like it's covered with goo. He's a great fellow, it just doesn't work to share a kitchen with him - though that one summer worked out.