I have set pretty low margins for productivity on all fronts this week. It’s gonna be all windy and rainy, so running will most likely be annoying.
With the exception of the Drumstick Dash on Thursday and the somewhat half-assed attempt at eliminating my “trouble zones” (I like to call them my pillowy areas) this morning, I foresee a continuation of last week’s laziness with a potential for some damaging gluttony thrown into the mix.
Silver lining: THREE FLOYDS.
Mentioned previously, harping continuously.
In all my years of living only two hours and 49 minutes from Munster, Indiana, I have NEVER been to Three Floyds’ Brewpub, and I’m just a teency weency bit excited. You’d think I was going to Disney Land.
I’m just in time for Poppa Skull, the FFF collaboration with Dogfish Head, so with any luck you’ll get a decent recap of that AND the race some time next week.
My office pitch-in is today, and this time I actually did pitch in (as opposed to last time, when I ran to the grocery store and picked up three boxes of ice cream sandwiches.)
I made banana bread. Woo?
I also need to find some time this week to meet up with friends at the new Tomlinson Tap Room at the City Market, and make a couple more loaves of bread for Thanksgiving dinner at the in-laws. That’s about it, folks.
I know, I know. Really, really important things.