fog. whoo-hoo, i'm getting a taster pack of all the weather this week. fairly heavy fog on my way in, but not heavy enough to be either cold or choking. no sweaty completely-waterproof jacket today. sunny all day and then still clear with some high cloud forming as i came home at around 7pm.

i was late getting myself to work today. slept in until nine and peeled myself out of the shower and into the job by 11 am. not a very serious day at work anyway. i kept deking out to the lunchroom all day to keep an eye on little world series fragments. saw boston make their almost-comeback and then start to lose it again to chicago, and then the yankees making a definite almost-comeback against la in the 4th later on. still don't know what happened with the later game, since i left at the top of the 5th.

got to see boston's knuckleball pitcher, though! kid came out of his room like a gopher when i got home and called the magic word through his door. really cool, that was. too bad chicago had a handle on him - all those looping outside pitches. oh yeah, biking.

nothing much, really. good times (for me) both ways in spite of some inflammation here and there, but i'm kind of bagged and i felt it on the way home. glad it's a 3-day weekend. i'm pretty used to making the transition over and around the cloverleaf for the Right side of the bridge coming home now. tried staying in the road for the killer uphill once i was over it too, but nah. that just isn't safe, so it'll be sidewalks again. maybe later when i'm able to go up it all the way to the easier part. i did this unkosher but sneaky passive-aggressively-fun thing of setting off the pedestrian lights any time i felt ready to try another block, and then merging into a miraculously empty street while the cars all sat there.

one other thing i've noticed. the inflammation wasn't a problem but my quads have been hurting a bit today - not the usual burn that just calls for guts and prayer, but the trembly near-cramp kind of weakness thing. not sure what to make of this but i discovered that if i get to that point where i just can't do it anymore at the easier pace, i can kind of push through it for a while if i pour it on instead. it's like you sort of come out on the other side and going hard feels better than nursing the muscles along. that was fun too, in a morbid kind of mad-scientist way. pretty sure i'm going to be pretty sore tomorrow, so i almost managed to drink some of the awful whey-protein stuff when i got home. might even have kept one or two mouthfuls down.

this weekend i think i'll get on the phone and start mooching around mutual baseball friends for some living-room time. i'll even buy them pizza.