I woke up today with a new lowest weight, and having accomplished my March goal of seeing a 0 as the middle number of the scale.
Always good start to the day lowering your Zwift weight, though I forgot to do it and didn't change it until the end. Regardless, I set 2 PRs out of the 4 climbs in the Surrey Hills in the London world this morning. Did a 2 hour ride after D left for work.
Showered up and packed, which equates to basically a laptop, a change of clothes, a book, and little else. So it takes about 6 minutes to pack now. Got the Uber to the airport, in which I worked the whole drive. This is sort of what I imagine self-driving cars to be. You just get in and do whatever you want - work, read, sleep, whatever. I used to talk to the Uber drivers but now I typically either read or work. Today I am busy, so I had to work.
Got to the airport, did the TSA thing, got a tea and setup camp with this amazing view. Nothing like the image of bottled piss-water to inspire you.
I had what I thought was a pretty good block of work in that time. It would only be later that I would realize that I should have just spent the time pissing up a flag pole. That's what literary types would call Foreshadowing.
Eventually the plane showed up.
I had a really good number today due to the lateness of the booking this trip and the tiny difference in price in the tickets. So I was on the aisle, row 3. Next to and behind me was this self-important wind bag who talked so loudly you could hear him in Chicago before we left the ground. As soon as we took off he started snoring. Looking good. Hope you don't read this blog. But if you do, NGAF about your business at that decibel level. And you snore loudly. Might want to get that checked.
Flight was uneventful. Read the NYT Magazine, did some sudoku, and read a little Mockingbird. Pilot said the landing was going to be rough but it was pretty easy.
Hopped in the Uber, worked more, took it right to my boss's house. I have his garage code now. Went in, made a cup of coffee, worked a little more. He came home with his wife and we went to dinner, at the same place I missed last Tuesday when I flew out early.
Steak & bone marrow. Really amazingly good:
Then this like purple sweet potato dessert. OMG so good!
Gonna go ahead and guess that tomorrow morning I would not be at my lowest weight of the year. But I don't really care too much.
Worked some more and came to the conclusion that the Go-NoGo decision is pretty much dead. I tried to fix up some more of someone else's work only to realize it is far too gone to save. Big sigh. Tomorrow will be a sad day yet again. I'm tired of this project.
Tomorrow I should find out more about Austin. Should, but probably won't.