- Mile 1 - 10:42
- Mile 2 - 10:14
- Mile 3 - 10:08
- Mile 4 - 10:09
- Mile 5 - 9:55
- Mile 6 - 10:00
- Mile 7 - 10:05
- Mile 8 - 9:52
- Mile 9 - 10:17
- Mile 10 - 10:22
- Mile 11 - 10:01
- Mile 12 - 9:45
- Mile 13 - 9:53
- Mile 14 - 10:12
- Mile 15 - 9:47
I insisted that we stop at McDonald's so I could refill my water bottle. Oddly enough, at 8:30am on Monday mornings, Mickey D's apparently is the hang-out for senior citizens. Who knew? Lena and I were not in the geriatrics club, so they just stared at us like we were aliens. And I guess we did look kind of strange, sweating all over the floor and drinking water from the fountain.
We did an easy two-mile walk this morning. Now, I'm off to do some Latin, but I will leave you with pictures of the new kitchen:
The pantry, which the boyfriend calls "the servant quarters". We don't have any servants.
And here we are on the front stops. This picture is mostly unremarkable, except that I think I finally have something approaching "runner legs". Maybe just "runner calves".
Finally, I had to plug in my USB hub and my printer yesterday, and I'm already have a freakin'
panic attack about how shitty the tangle of cables looks behind my desk.
I haven't even unpacked my speakers yet because it requires the hook-up of about 483243 too-long wires, and the cable clutter makes me uncomfortable and really grouchy. [While staring at the back of our heinous TV/DVD/Cable box set-up, I might have just screamed, "We can't live like this!"]
I hate unruly, unwieldy spaghetti cables. They might be my biggest pet peeve. Ever. Does anyone have any advice for cable management systems?