I’m on a plane at the moment. QF 625 to Melbourne where I’ll be denuding the city’s stores of pasta and cocktails for a couple of days.
It’s not the first time I’ve flown since Covid. But it is the only second and the whole time I was getting ready I couldn’t help thinking I was forgetting something
I was, of course. I forgot to check the contents of my Crumpler day pack for contraband. Specifically for weapons.
I’ve been spending a lot of my reading time on fitness and exercise recently, looking for ways to repair my body after last year’s misadventures. I’ve decided to lean into my strength training and cut back a bit on the cardio, but that’s by the by.
As I spent more time browsing these sites, of course, various algorithms started to feed more of the same to me, and the more I read, or really the more clickbait I scanned, the more ticked off I became.
We’re having our first jujitsu class tonight, the first in many months. I can’t remember the last time I trained regularly.
Actually, yes I can. Before Covid.
Since then it’s been very intermittent. Even if it hadn’t been for Ms Rona getting up in everyone’s grill, I doubt I could have trained much the last 12 months anyway. I seemed to either be sick, or injured or recovering from surgery most of the time.
I finally had to throw away my favourite pair of jeans yesterday. A $29 pair of blue straight leg denim champions from Uniqlo. Man, that was hard. I wore them to Supanova over the weekend, our last outing together. They served me well, of course. But they were literally falling apart and they did not survive the wash on the gentle cycle in the machine when I got home.
Please pour one out for my favourite old jeans. I have never had such value out of a $29 purchase.
