Sailing was fun last night. We had a brisk wind for the first part of the race, though the end kind of let us down as the wind died off (I actually wondered for a little while there if I was going to have to row back again). Because the wind was so up and down, though, I was constantly going from hiked out (hanging all the way off the edge of the boat to keep it upright) to leaning into the middle of the boat. I am sore in all sorts of weird places from that.

Yesterday was one of the AF LSO's retirements. Now, military retirements are very scripted events -- and this one kind of had the pace of a church service, along with some amusing jokes at the retiree's expense, and grown men in uniforms crying. All that said, it was a neat experience. It was followed by an extremely long luncheon at Perry's during pork-chop-Wednesday, where I had basically the biggest pork chop I have ever seen in my life (more than 3 fingers thick). They said their dinner pork chop is 7 fingers thick and has to be cut professionally. Good thing I am not a vegetarian this week (preparing my stomach for Peru)

Speaking of which, Yeah PERU!!!.

My TiVO finally managed to record Olympic sailing. I was looking forward to at least an hour of good commentary, interviews with sailors, and several different types of boats. Instead, I got 20 minutes, with one Laser race, two 470 starts (men's and women's), and the 2 minute Mistral (windsurf board) race in wind so light they were flapping their sails to go forward. This, out of 26 Olympic races so far! Sigh. I know it takes a while to show a whole race, but they could at least show all the starts, and maybe the mark roundings. The Laser race was kind of comic, because the Brazilian who was in the lead most of the time (and eventually won the race) name is Scheidt (or something like that), which the announce pronounced "Schiet" which sounded like a combo of Jo's word for "Shit" and the German word for it "Scheiz." And the announcer just kept saying it over and over. Anyway, I eventually "settled" for watching men's gymnastics instead.

The Olympics are doing bad things for my sleeping patterns. Plus I'm having really weird dreams. Kidnapped by aliens, jailed for theft, sailing with mom, Peru with strangers, and Apache learning to talk were all featured in last night's dreams. This morning, when my alarm went off (you know, the first time), I heard Apache's tail thumping and she jumped on my bed (which I find endearing only because she does it once in a blue moon) and then she wormed her way onto my pillow and basically stole it from me. Stupid dog.

And you can entertain yourself reading about the Geeks who fix computers (we called their help line 1-800-Geek-Squad and I was able to listen to a computer being launched into a pool of paranas. he he): Geeks wear strict uniforms: short-sleeved, white-collared shirts with clip-on ties, and black shoes worn with white socks...Each double agent has a "geekmobile" -- a black and white Volkswagen Beetle with Geek Squad decals on its doors -- to drive at all times. The Geek Squad web site