It's a busy, if somewhat meeting-free, week at work. I try to stay productive and make a lot of progress on my work and documenting my work. I've been trying to increase the documentation of my work lately so that if/when I retire, there will be a paper trail for people to follow.
I have the most incredible workout with weights on Wednesday and everything is sore afterwards. This is how it should be. Throughout the week I also put in extra attention to the roses and yard since it is so hot.
I do not know how to admit or deal with is issue, but I have a problem. On Thursday at work I'm tied up during lunch and eventually walk over to a local grill to have some lunch relatively late. When I'm walking back to my office I'm startled (a bit) by someone walking behind me as I stop for a traffic light. I almost faint when I see Person X_X behind me as Person X_X is so cute and so attractive that I want to hand over my entire financial empire on the spot. Other than a "Hi", I don't say anything and just watch as Person X_X walks away going about his business. Though I try to be productive on Thursday afternoon at work and throughout the rest of the week, I am still distracted by the shear attractiveness of Person X_X. And I wonder if I can manage to have another "chance meeting" with Person X_X in the same area though I know he doesn't work at my company and it is a completely random thing. The attractiveness of Person X_X bothers me into Friday night and beyond.
I've warned various riding partners that I'll just ride short near the ocean on Sunday. Thus I get out on the mountain bicycle and ride along the ocean and to the old yacht club. On the way home I run into Terry and he rides with me for a while as I put in an extension. And then I turn for home and he continues on his intended ride. I clean the spray the roses for insects and then run an errand or two. The afternoon is taken with a great MotoGP race from Spain and some relaxation. As the afternoon cools down I go out for a walk to keep the blood pumping and then prepare for a Monday at work.
On Wednesday night I discover a small lump where there probably shouldn't be one. I try not to think about it but my mind wanders. I rationalize that it is just due to some irritation that may have occurred. At least I hope that is it. On Thursday morning I have a slight fever and the lump is a bit larger and I'm getting worried. I try not to think about it at work but my mind keeps coming back to it. I still lift heavy on Thursday night but try to think about the appropriate amount of time to keep a vigilant eye on it before going to see the doctor.
On Saturday I ride north on the Los Angeles river trail and meet up with Person P_C at the Whittier Narrows dam. We go south until Person P_C wants to turn around because he is still rehabilitating his knee. I turn and go with him and end up at the dam again this morning. Finally Person P_C and I part ways and I ride on home. Just as I've left the dam a rider goes past me and rides off into the distance. I just keep up a reasonable pace against a pretty good headwind and though it takes 10 miles, eventually I catch back up to this rider and get alongside and start a conversation with him to let him know that I'm there. You run into riders who blow past you and then later burn out and you eventually pass them as if they're standing still. After a shower I watch qualifying for the Spanish F1 race and Person Ti_Ca go to the used sporting goods store where my ice hockey equipment has finalyl sold. Because it took so long we have a store credit and Person Ti_Ca wants a tennis racker and we get some tennis balls and I get an LED light for the mountain bicycle. I guess I'm going to have to pull out my 30 year old tennis racket and bang the ball around with Person Ti_Ca a few times. Early in the afternoon Person Ti_Ca and I do homework and then I do some more reading and watching ice hockey playoff games.
I get to work a bit late on Monday and discover that, as I was cleaning out disk space on our servers last Thursday, I deleted the contents of one directory. It's gone! I leave a voicemail with an IT guy, but I know these servers are not backed up. Thus I spend almost all day on Monday re-creating efforts from the past. Fortunately I discover that other directories are still intact and most models are intact, but it is a lot of work anyway. By the end of Monday I have pretty much re-created weeks of previous work (because it's easier to re-create stuff once you've got it working than it is to initially create it and tweak it and experiment with it ntil it works). When I get home I relax for a bit and let the temperature drop before getting in a good workout for the abdominals and lower back and doing some maintenance on the garage door.