Am-brain-dextrous

This perfectly illustrates why I find the whole PINK FOR BREAST CANCER thing repugnant.

In other news, Neighbor Lady was horrified to hear about her dog's behavior and apologized profusely when I told her. I went over right after I finished at the gym, so I had shorts on and could show her the puncture wound. Yesterday she took the dog (his name is Jessie James, btw, I should have mentioned that earlier) to the vet to confirm nothing was wrong and that he was up to date on all his shots (there wasn't, he was). She also brought an apology plant which may or may not find itself re-gifted depending on the light levels required. Nothing but extreme low-light plants survive in our house.

So that's that and so far the bite looks to be healing fine. It's still tender and the bruise is starting to show, but (happily) it doesn't look infected.

Check it out. I use the left and right sides of my brain pretty equally. My left side edges out the right by just a hair (56% to 44%) but apparently most people have a vastly more dominant side.

I gotta make tonight's session at the gym count for something. I missed a session last week because of the Indy trip, and Monday's showing was incredibly bad for a number of reasons. I forgot a hair band. I forgot a face towel. My MP3 player died after the first five minutes. My leg was still a bit sore from the bite. To top it off, it wasn't a high-energy day and I felt weak--that happens from time to time and it's normal, but it was the nail in the coffin for Monday's gym activities. I did them (most of them--I skipped the last set of split-squats and hamstring curls), but I didn't feel awesome like I usually do after exercise. Friday night I have a long-awaited social engagement, so I might be cutting things short that day, too. So tonight is Make It Count Night. Rawr.

Am-brain-dextrous

This perfectly illustrates why I find the whole PINK FOR BREAST CANCER thing repugnant.

In other news, Neighbor Lady was horrified to hear about her dog's behavior and apologized profusely when I told her. I went over right after I finished at the gym, so I had shorts on and could show her the puncture wound. Yesterday she took the dog (his name is Jessie James, btw, I should have mentioned that earlier) to the vet to confirm nothing was wrong and that he was up to date on all his shots (there wasn't, he was). She also brought an apology plant which may or may not find itself re-gifted depending on the light levels required. Nothing but extreme low-light plants survive in our house.

So that's that and so far the bite looks to be healing fine. It's still tender and the bruise is starting to show, but (happily) it doesn't look infected.

Check it out. I use the left and right sides of my brain pretty equally. My left side edges out the right by just a hair (56% to 44%) but apparently most people have a vastly more dominant side.

I gotta make tonight's session at the gym count for something. I missed a session last week because of the Indy trip, and Monday's showing was incredibly bad for a number of reasons. I forgot a hair band. I forgot a face towel. My MP3 player died after the first five minutes. My leg was still a bit sore from the bite. To top it off, it wasn't a high-energy day and I felt weak--that happens from time to time and it's normal, but it was the nail in the coffin for Monday's gym activities. I did them (most of them--I skipped the last set of split-squats and hamstring curls), but I didn't feel awesome like I usually do after exercise. Friday night I have a long-awaited social engagement, so I might be cutting things short that day, too. So tonight is Make It Count Night. Rawr.