Negative Seven Degrees Celsius

Tonight's weather was nice enough to alter my path to my car. Stepping out of the shelter of the parking garage corner and into a stiff crosswind on the top level, I felt as if somebody smacked me in the face with something leafy. Mother nature was nice enough to give me a shove for calling her out on a post made last week.

After suffering a 5 hour episode of illness Monday morning, I figured that my involuntary mini-fast would result in the loss of a pound or two. Today I did the usual check at the gym and I clocked in a pound or two heavier than what was measured last Thursday. That's about right.

Speaking of Vomiting, Jimmy Johns is going toe-to-toe with Subway near my office. Jimmy Johns subs share many similarities to the ones hocked at Big Mikes back in college. This means I get easy access to something similar to the Godfather sandwich. The greasy, spicy mess is as enjoyable on the way out as it is on the way in. No joke.

. . [~] . 0 (Grumble) Grumbles .