Climbing last night was ok, but I still can’t do a pull-up. I have visible muscles in my arms, but they don’t actually do anything. Hmph. Rather disappointing.
A couple tropical storms have finally started brewing in the Caribbean, making Matt far too excited. He seems confident that his house (that he’s closing on in two weeks) will be fine no matter what hits because…it’s on stilts. I haven’t managed to convince him that a storm surge can be higher than 15 feet.
Actually, he just likes playing armchair weatherman.
We had lunch with Laura, our co-op from fall 2002. She’s graduating next summer and had lots of questions for me about grad school and job stuff. I love talking about grad school. Every time I have that conversation, I walk away convinced that I need to go back.
I think I’m suffering from delayed exhaustion from the Colorado trip. Yesterday it was hard to get out of bed; this morning I hit the snooze button at 7:00 and next thing I knew it was 8:15. Oops. I was here by 8:45, so it wasn’t that bad.
