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roadnotesI wrote a few hundred words this morning, and played Scrabble with cattitude, before going off for a checkup. The nurse asked my weight, and I told her I had no idea, so we went over to their scale. She got a number in kilograms, and said "multiply by 2.2." My response was "I could do that in my head, but it would be a pain"--and then I started mumbling numbers out loud, and gave her the answer before we got back to the examining room (the scale was down the hall). Double the number--child's play--then slide the decimal and add the two numbers. She thanked me and wrote down the answer in pounds. All is well, generally, which is always a good thing to hear from a doctor.
Then I went down to the gym, on a route that involved a stroll down Lexington Avenue, where I picked up the business card of a fancy deli that also sharpens knives.
It was a good workout. I used to wonder how anyone could spend two hours at the gym This time, I barely managed in that time, and would have done at least one more exercise if I hadn't been headed elsewhere.
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There was a Nanowrimo social at a place down on Gansevoort Street, Florent--I had a little trouble finding it,but when I got there, I said "Nanowrimo?" to the knot of people waiting outside, they said yes, we chatted a little, and then went in. It was fun talking to some fellow lunatics, but a comfy party of six turned into an unwieldy party of 14 or maybe 16, including one person who told us he had hit 50,000 twenty minutes earlier. I had a nice lemon tart, some nice carrot soup, and a thoroughly unimpressive roast chicken. Then I came home, with the hope of writing more, which I may now go do--or at least transcribe from my notebook and newspaper.
cattitude, before going off for a checkup. The nurse asked my weight, and I told her I had no idea, so we went over to their scale. She got a number in kilograms, and said "multiply by 2.2." My response was "I could do that in my head, but it would be a pain"--and then I started mumbling numbers out loud, and gave her the answer before we got back to the examining room (the scale was down the hall). Double the number--child's play--then slide the decimal and add the two numbers. She thanked me and wrote down the answer in pounds. All is well, generally, which is always a good thing to hear from a doctor.Then I went down to the gym, on a route that involved a stroll down Lexington Avenue, where I picked up the business card of a fancy deli that also sharpens knives.
It was a good workout. I used to wonder how anyone could spend two hours at the gym This time, I barely managed in that time, and would have done at least one more exercise if I hadn't been headed elsewhere.
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There was a Nanowrimo social at a place down on Gansevoort Street, Florent--I had a little trouble finding it,but when I got there, I said "Nanowrimo?" to the knot of people waiting outside, they said yes, we chatted a little, and then went in. It was fun talking to some fellow lunatics, but a comfy party of six turned into an unwieldy party of 14 or maybe 16, including one person who told us he had hit 50,000 twenty minutes earlier. I had a nice lemon tart, some nice carrot soup, and a thoroughly unimpressive roast chicken. Then I came home, with the hope of writing more, which I may now go do--or at least transcribe from my notebook and newspaper.
I wrote a few hundred words this morning, and played Scrabble with cattitude, before going off for a checkup. The nurse asked my weight, and I told her I had no idea, so we went over to their scale. She got a number in kilograms, and said "multiply by 2.2." My response was "I could do that in my head, but it would be a pain"--and then I started mumbling numbers out loud, and gave her the answer before we got back to the examining room (the scale was down the hall). Double the number--child's play--then slide the decimal and add the two numbers. She thanked me and wrote down the answer in pounds. All is well, generally, which is always a good thing to hear from a doctor.
Then I went down to the gym, on a route that involved a stroll down Lexington Avenue, where I picked up the business card of a fancy deli that also sharpens knives.
It was a good workout. I used to wonder how anyone could spend two hours at the gym This time, I barely managed in that time, and would have done at least one more exercise if I hadn't been headed elsewhere.
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There was a Nanowrimo social at a place down on Gansevoort Street, Florent--I had a little trouble finding it,but when I got there, I said "Nanowrimo?" to the knot of people waiting outside, they said yes, we chatted a little, and then went in. It was fun talking to some fellow lunatics, but a comfy party of six turned into an unwieldy party of 14 or maybe 16, including one person who told us he had hit 50,000 twenty minutes earlier. I had a nice lemon tart, some nice carrot soup, and a thoroughly unimpressive roast chicken. Then I came home, with the hope of writing more, which I may now go do--or at least transcribe from my notebook and newspaper.
cattitude, before going off for a checkup. The nurse asked my weight, and I told her I had no idea, so we went over to their scale. She got a number in kilograms, and said "multiply by 2.2." My response was "I could do that in my head, but it would be a pain"--and then I started mumbling numbers out loud, and gave her the answer before we got back to the examining room (the scale was down the hall). Double the number--child's play--then slide the decimal and add the two numbers. She thanked me and wrote down the answer in pounds. All is well, generally, which is always a good thing to hear from a doctor.Then I went down to the gym, on a route that involved a stroll down Lexington Avenue, where I picked up the business card of a fancy deli that also sharpens knives.
It was a good workout. I used to wonder how anyone could spend two hours at the gym This time, I barely managed in that time, and would have done at least one more exercise if I hadn't been headed elsewhere.
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There was a Nanowrimo social at a place down on Gansevoort Street, Florent--I had a little trouble finding it,but when I got there, I said "Nanowrimo?" to the knot of people waiting outside, they said yes, we chatted a little, and then went in. It was fun talking to some fellow lunatics, but a comfy party of six turned into an unwieldy party of 14 or maybe 16, including one person who told us he had hit 50,000 twenty minutes earlier. I had a nice lemon tart, some nice carrot soup, and a thoroughly unimpressive roast chicken. Then I came home, with the hope of writing more, which I may now go do--or at least transcribe from my notebook and newspaper.
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