I almost broke the midnight rule yesterday. Fortunately, NBC broadcast the lighting of the cauldron early enough that I was able to watch, finish getting ready for bed, and jump into bed at 11:59:59. I watched the clock hit midnight as I landed.
I haven’t started a new book, but until the Olympics started I did continue to go to bed around 11. I’ve been whittling down my Instapaper articles. Finally finished a long article on Graeme Obree that Aaron sent me back in March. I realize that’s only 4 months ago, but that’s ages in Internet time.
I hope I’ll be able to finish strong on 30×9, but it’s gonna get mighty hard now that the Olympics have begun. I’m going to want to go home, sit on the couch, watch the Olympics, and eat crap every night. You would think that this gathering of the fittest people on Earth should inspire me to do the opposite. Huh.