It has been an interesting couple of weeks. On the good side, I had a nice visit from the English Werewolf and the Borzoi, got to bake for the troops (see Blackfive), and have done some other fun stuff. On the other side of interesting, I’ve also had to replace the dehumidifier in the basement (don’t get a Heijer unit!), notice a problem with a gutter and downspout, had to have some expensive furnace repairs, and now…
I’ve been trying to get in shape for a bicycle ride. Not just any ride, but an event with wounded/ill troops. I wasn’t going to ride, was challenged by Chuck Z, was going to ride, and now—not so sure. I actually made some of my time and distance goals last night, but also had some pretty good knee and hip issues afterwards. Add to that the fact that I also strained/dinged my right arm Monday during my upper body workout at the gym, and I am not a happy camper. In point of fact, a very sore camper. Now, most of it is good pain, but that which isn’t, isn’t.
So, I decided to hobble over and hop in the hot tub last night. A few days ago, it hadn’t wanted to run right, but seemed to have gotten back on an even keel. I flip the top back, hit the button, and nothing. I reset power, and things came up and started running. I thought it seemed a bit hot, then saw a flash reading of 115. I got an instant read thermometer from the kitchen, and sure enough, even thought it now said 104, it really was 115 degrees. As it was also trying to go up, I decided not to do a lobster impression and just cut the power.
Sure do hope the income theft refund gets here soon…
LW
