So I'm sitting here, drinking my coffee, letting the sweat dry from my morning jog. I saw them again -- the two women chatting and running. This time I passed them going in the opposite direction. They went by with such speed that a billow of air slapped my cheek as I passed. They even smelled fresh.

I considered calling a cab to get back home.

Last night I was IM chatting with Little Vito and he mentioned that he was spending a lot of time at the gym. So I asked him: if there was a woman working out nearby, did he find himself working out harder?

His answer surprised me -- he said absolutely not.

Wow (he made me say it), here was a man in total control of his cardio-vascular conditioning regimen! Self-discipline impresses me.

His series of explanatory IM notes follows:

the harder you work / the wierder of a face you make / you make like these wierd grimaces / peoples lips shiver when they do some exercises / turnin red / groanin / sweating / you gotta put the time in / on the walk to the water fountain

It appears that Little Vito has thought this through -- even more than I have. He has a plan, and he's sticking to it.

It's a sunny morning. Gotta head out to the office soon. Tomorrow morning I start the long drive to Berea-Rose. I wish I could snap my fingers and find myself pulling into the driveway... But hopefully I'll spend some time with Guido and Kay tonight -- maybe we'll make Dead Newt Home Brew beer... for old time's sake!