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[captainsblog]

After the animals woke me for a post-feeding annoyance session at 7:30 this morning, I fooled them all by putting on shorts and sneaks and getting the hell out for half an hour or so.   Day 1 of C25K is history, and I didn't die. (I didn't even squash a cop.) It was more of a transition from the elliptical than I expected, though; those mere five one-minute bursts of "run" are taking some serious getting used to. Still, despite it being clammy and a little rainy, I circled the streets of the subdivision in just about the perfect sequence to get home a couple minutes after its scheduled end; I saw a few other runners and a couple of barky-barky dogs (neither of which looked to be threatening much more than slobber); and near the midpoint/farpoint of the effort, saw the usual family of goslings being escorted by Mommy across Park Club Lane near the spot we've spotted herons and hawks. Not sure if I'll accelerate the plan and go again tomorrow, but I'm definitely still with the program:)

* The entertainment for most of the run was the podcast of the live This American Life show from last month, some of the audio-friendlier parts of which made up this past weekend's broadcast. I especially commend to you "Does a Bear Hit in the Woods," about the experiences of a blind Ryan Knighton in hotel rooms and Canadian forests; but, especially, "Groundhog Dayne," comedienne Tig Notaro's homage to the omnipresence of an 1980s pop star in her 2010-ish life.  (Do NOT Wikipedia "Taylor Dayne"- SPOILERS!!!- but I did find it depressing in retrospect that said diva is (a) just three years younger than me, (b) grew up less than ten miles from where I did, and (c) changed her name from "Leslie Wunderman," which you'd think would be an even diva-isher name than that;)

* The rest of today had more than my recommended daily allowance of suckitude. Breaking it, though, was seeing an unexpected Media Mail envelope in our home mailbox when I got home from the source of the vacuumage:



Nope, didn't order it; hadn't heard of it. Turns out, it was a total Random Act of Kind-Met from Jenn, aka baseballchica03, who was weeding her and her husband's book collection, found this one among the proto-rubble, and decided to mail it to us Just Because.  Hugs to you, Jenn, and hopes you and David will finally meet us when my running inspiration Kimmy gets here at the end of the month:)

* Last night's quasi-elementarage:

Quiet among the Monty Python canon is a Palin/Jones series from the 70s called Ripping Yarns. The one I remember from its almost contemporary PBS airings was one called "Barnstable,"  but Netflix just randomly sent us one from the series called Whinfrey's Last Case.

Marvelous fun, this, but one of the non-Python characters looked Veddy Familiar. Turns out that the lead Cornish villain was played by Edward Hardwicke, who. elementarily enough, played Watson to Jeremy Brett's Sherlock throughout the 90s Granada/PBS Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes series.

* As if that wasn't enough Sherlock for one day, word came from our friend,  thanatos_kalos, that she'd recently visited the Holmes museum at Reichenbach Falls and would be sending us some token pressie from her stop there.  I have no deduction whatsoever as to what it is, but her grace and kindness is utterly probable and, thus, I suppose the only thing that’s left, even though it seems really weird, must be the thing that did happen, in fact.

Thanks again, Mel ::more hugs and way too many yellow cars::

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[thanatos-kalos.livejournal.com]

::hugs:: You're very welcome! :) And I *love* CP's 'Paris;' it's one long intertext that you don't realise is an intertext until that line. :) Plus BC's performance was brilliant, as he's clearly giving Martin's interpretation of a Sherlock-type detective.