Twenty pounds over and they call me in shape?

I think therefore I am confused and thereby I am. Or something just like me in some respects. While motorcycling to and from work yesterday I was pleased to be forced on to new roads by the construction detours, another opportunity to excel! And last night I cut five minutes off my normal travel time by blasting, and I was really rolled up on the throttle, down a couple of miles of Highway 512, that was a "WOW" moment. So much joy in such a simple thing, get out and ride the weather won't wait.

Fasting last night for the doctor's examination this morning - I have such little problems but they seem to be leaking into my work and life - that I thought about stopping and visiting the bikini latte station after the check up to refuel. Then I realized I would really be hungry and McDonalds and Starbucks were just half a block further on down, I have Starbucks cards and money in my wallet. And I am really not the kind of guy that would stop at the Bikini Latte Stand, just be in awe that it exists.

Since I would be missing my Wednesday morning work routine we pulled the F-unit Seg books during a fire alarm yesterday afternoon, called for an escort and got them delivered and our returns. Worked well, and one of the F-unit officers told me he appreciated the early delivery, nice to know. The crew is working well, as I slowly get them up to speed in their positions and what needs done next. ILL requests are pouring in, books moving briskly both ways, information requests noted, books that we don't own but are of interest noted for future purchase perhaps, busy day when we have four of our five periods open and the inmate patrons roll in. Still pleased with the old guys showing the new guys the library and how to get into the system and where the good books are (no not the two hundreds of the Dewey, the steamy stuff over there).

Looking at the picture of my hand on the mouse, I notice the only the pad of the finger touches the left button, hmm,,, could I use that as an illustration of trigger control? Notice I am not dragging wood, plastic nor metal, just the tip of the finger to control the buttons on the mouse. And it doesn't bounce off like a happy finger would upon recoil or single shot reload preparation memory (have to blame something for a happy finger). Fred would want me to keep it simple, and I will but I will keep looking for relationships with reality to anchor upon.