||[Sep. 17th, 2010|08:25 pm]
This afternoon we swam with one of Kiyan's clinicians for close to 2 hours. I am sore. I also am a bit closer to actually swimming in a manner where I both move forward and get air at the same time. I think it's called the "breast stroke", but my version looks more like a lame floundering. But I'm getting better. |
I'm growing out the goatee for the zombie walk and for renfaire (whenever I get out there). Not trimming the facial hair and keeping my hair out of a ponytail usually both mean I'm in some sort of costume. I don't know why an overgrown goatee makes me think costume, probably because it's just not my usual work. Same with wearing contacts.
Kiyan just put one of my favorite kitchen timers into a container of hummus. Oh, joy.