Too cold to breathe

Three degrees at the airport (no, not the baggage conveyor reunion of a ’70s soul-sound band), 7.9 degrees on the outside of my garage. For Christmas I got a nice new remote thermometer, ostensibly so I can dress properly for running without going downstairs to check the other outside thermometer. We’ll see when spring comes whether this gets me out the door more or gives me more reason to lie abed. I tell myself that I’m willing to run down to about 25 degrees, but I’m a lot more likely to do that when the sun is shining than in the pitch black. Completely different experience, thermally and emotionally. Unfortunately, I missed two perfect days for running last week because things came up at work. In fact, I got held up on Thursday by a couple of attorneys who needed to go over some things, and I reluctantly gave up my run to get these things done. Then, once we were done and I was on to another meeting, I ran into one of them in the elevator bank, with her gym bag and her running shoes, on her way out the door. I cried foul. It did no good.

In any event, the upside of being trapped by circumstance into two car payments at once is that I have two vehicles guaranteed to start in any weather, so there’s none of that glug-glug-sluggish grind stuff in the morning when you wonder whether you’re going to have to run to catch the bus and then figure out what to do later.

The G4 is running again, and I’ve installed OS X onto the other disc, so if I want to play with betas in the future I can do it there. Haven’t had a problem like that in a very long time . . . lots of software that just plain doesn’t work, but nothing that killed the system. Should have read the message boards, like I usually do, before I installed Safari. Oh well — live, reboot, and learn. Tonight I need to install the replacement Zip drive, which shouldn’t take half an hour. But one never knows.