oops

It's 8pm; everyone's gone home.

Except for the guy who vacuums the carpets.

(walks in on me during a hang clean set)

Vacuum Guy: Es pesado?

Me: Pesa...*fff*... 53...*fff*... libras. *fff*

(vacuum guy raises eyebrows)

Me: Es... *fff*... buen... *fff* ejercicio. *fff*

Vacuum Guy: Si, se ve fuerte.

(vacuum guy backs away, smiling, looking slightly apprehensive)

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The magic kettlebell made more good things happen in Houston yesterday. Hopefully it will help me figure out how to get two weeks off to fly down there, when I only have one week of vacation left. Hmm.

Mvoid's recent entry reminded me of this.

During times of change or difficulty, I tend to dream of my maternal grandfather (may he rest in peace). Recently, he appeared in order to give me a beautiful little antique bicycle.

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Edit: At first, it was a bicycle. I looked at it closely, and it turned out (changed undetectably, as things do in dreams) to be a very old, very small Honda moped with wonderful design details and craftsmanship.