Last night I went running for my 6th time in the previous 8 days, which is about double my usual frequency. It was darned hot. The entire 40 minutes that I was running, all I could think was "I hate running." And it was hot. Really hot. And this is relatively reasonable summer weather (not the million degrees that I am expecting for most of the summer). This isn't sounding very upbeat. But the only reason I made it all three miles was because I was going to Mely's for dinner and I kept reminding myself of all the calories in nacho chips and margharitas I would soon be consuming. I'm going to check out the neighborhood swimming pool after work today, maybe laps will make me happier than running does.

Otherwise, the night was uneventful. I'm not going sailing tonight because I want to go to sleep early cause I'm going to be working very odd hours tomorrow.

I'm starting to think about migrating my blog somewhere else. Maybe even buying my own domain name. Suggestions are welcome.