I’m still in my bathrobe and it’s nearly 3 in the afternoon. I have got to get out of the house, if only to go to the gym so I can take a shower. (There’s no hot water here today, not until after dinner time; the new landlords are finally replacing the wonky boiler.)
I haven’t been to the gym in almost two weeks–the swim team has been told to lay off the weights until after Sydney. But I think this will be acceptable. And besides, the walk will give me a chance to keep breaking in my new boots, which I bought in a tragic window-shopping accident yesterday.
And if you feel like I’m spending too much time alone in the apartment working at the computer, unshaven and in my bathrobe…well, I’m starting to agree with you, but at least I’m not like those guys in Japan. Eeesh.