Cough, cough...

I'd been having a bit of trouble logging onto the site. That's why it hasn't been updated in a week. No worries, though. I am back.

First order of business: Hockey.
We lost 4-3. We were winning, but we gave up two goals in the last 3 minutes. The winning one with 4.3 seconds left. I wasn't on the floor for either one of those. Would it have made a difference? Who knows. I hope it would have. But oh, well. New session stars On February 6. Thanks to Lillie for coming out to my game!

I've been sick this week. I think I got it from Isabelle. I went ahead and went to work on Tuesday, though. It sucks flying with a cold. But had already promised my friend Christi we would fly this trip together. And since it had a San Antonio overnight, I was supposed to meet my friend Stephanie to see her new baby. But as it turned out, I didn't see either her or the baby because I didn't want to get baby Luke sick, and she didn't feel so hot herself. I made it through the trip and I'm feeling better. I'm even contemplating working another weekend.

I've toned the workouts down this week, though. It's kinda hard to get your heart rate up when your chest feels like it's filled with 500 lbs of flemy mucus. Christi and I went to a downtowngym in Salt Lake City yesterday because the hotel gym was inadequate. Nice place, and it only cost us 5 bucks. It's so much nicer flying with a friend. I have the same trip next week, for time and half, but I am trading it. It pays well, but the trip itself is exhausting. Lots of legs, gets in after 1am on 2 nights, and has aircraft changes all 3 days. Plus, there's a girl on it next week that I don't like...and I'm not spending 3 days with her.

I'm out.