I plugged in my earbuds and cranked up the tunes and swam and swam and swam. The annoying backstroke lady running into me and I just ignored her. Finally she gave up and got out as did most everyone else and I had a lane to myself and it was wonderful.
There is something wonderfully peaceful about swimming - just you and the bubbles I make punctuating the music. How in the world they can call that exercise, I do not know. You don't get hot or sweaty or dirty. It's cool and lovely and oh so restorative.
When I got home, the internet was back. Ahhhhhh
Today is laundry day. And bear photo day. And I need to make a trip to Grocery Outlet. I'm guessing the baseball game will be rained out in New York so I'll have the afternoon/evening to catch up on TiVo.
It's supposed to get hot today so I want to get all my todo's done early-ish so that if/when it gets hot in here, I can not move while the fan gives me a cool blow job.
That's the plan, anyway.