I had a better workout than Tuesday, from which I infer that my health is basically recovered. (Specifically, I got back up to the weight I'd previously achieved on one machine, where a slightly lower weight on Tuesday was too much.) I also spent a minute or two wondering whether I'd exceeded my previous maximum on another machine, leading to "does Windows have a
cat(1) command" followed by "It doesn't matter, I have cygwin." (It's also possible that I can tell it to search for the relevant string in all the files in a directory; I may try that first.)
After I worked out, I walked over to Metalliferous. I now have a pound of 24-gauge copper wire, and about half an ounce of 24-gauge silver. The plan is to use the copper to fiddle with and get a feeling for the techniques, because it's a lot cheaper and I had fun playing with
pleonastic's 28-gauge copper in Montreal ten days ago. I'm not sure I know anyone who wears copper; please let me know if you might be interested in some of the experiment results (which will be earrings or pendants, I think.) I am not at all surprised, though more pleased than I would have expected, at living in a culture where it's that easy and inexpensive to buy copper wire, in a wide range of gauges.
On the way there, and then from there to the N train, I walked down a street that had been blocked off by the Fire Department at both ends. No sirens, no apparent commotion, just fire trucks at both ends of the block, preventing anyone from driving in or out, fire fighters standing around, and another engine or two on Broadway, while pedestrians went about our business. It didn't even occur to me until I was going down the subway stairs that I not only hadn't stopped to ask what was going on, I hadn't seen anyone else do so.
I had lunch in Chinatown, at the usual place, then took the A train one stop uptown. I returned two hardcover books and a pair of CDs [one album], paid off the fifty cents the Inwood branch had been unable to collect on my previous visit, and borrowed one paperback. Then I walked down to Porto Rico Importing for coffee; I meant to stop for chocolate on the way, but Varsano's had a sign up saying they were moving across the street at the end of August, and the place across the street was still labeled "coming soon." I got a cup of hot tea at Porto Rico. "Cinnamon orange spice" this time, since they'll sell you a cup of any loose tea in the store for the same flat 90 cents. The man asked me to get the canister, which meant that I spotted where they keep the Torani syrups. Thus, we now have a large bottle of mandarin orange syrup, suited for mixing with seltzer, or flavoring hot cocoa (and probably other uses as well). Also, it's nice getting tea someplace where they absolutely understand that you let it steep first, then add the milk, even when that means leaving it on the counter while he serves a double espresso and a muffin to the person behind me.
I came home with all that (and some stuff from the drugstore), put it down, and meant to go right back out and walk in the park. Instead, I talked to friends on IM, which is also good.
( gym numbers )I stopped on the way out of the gym to give them a new credit card to charge my membership to, since the one they had on file expires Saturday. The woman in the office commented on my dedication; there may or may not have been an element of flattery in there, but I do make it there twice a week, most weeks, for a nice long workout, and have been doing so for what probably counts as a long time. I would like to be exercising more often, but I suspect that's true of a lot of people, regardless of our actual levels of exercise.