in which I have much to say, and very little time in which to say it

I've got a very high profile project going today and probably throughout the week, so I wouldn't count on much posting here during the day for a while. I'll try to post at night.

The holiday weekend was good, though I wish I could take back the 10 billion or so calories I consumed. Ah well, bygones. I did burn a whopping 1500 of them with a longish bike ride on Sunday, though. I've discovered a really nice 30-mile route with wide shoulders, some bike paths, and only a couple scary-traffic left turns. Whee! I have the stats from that ride and the rest of the workouts from this weekend, but not here. I'll post those later today, when I get home. Hopefully.

The Giant came and cleaned our garage while we were at church Sunday, hauled some furniture away, and helped organize the inside of the house, thus confirming one of the many reasons we love him so. I resisted on a couple things...a chair that I have no place for but can't seem to let go of, a table that I had to write a strongly worded letter to a now-defunct furniture store in order to finally get delivered. In the end, the table went and the chair stayed. (More about that whole thing might be coming, probably at the journal site because it's more on-topic there.) We spent Monday at the Giant's house, eating steak and playing Halo. Or in my case, watching Halo. Because the playing? There are no words to describe how much I suck at that. My video game skills topped out somewhere around the first Legend of Zelda, I think. If the objective was to run into walls and fall to your death from ledges while pointing your gun directly at the ground, though, I would be grand champion of the world.

So, yeah, if you throw in some laundry and vacuuming, that was essentially my weekend. I'm back in the weight-loss game today, and if I'm going to make a workout today, it has to be now. Back later tonight.