The Cycle, Wet, Weary

It seems like right now I am in my monthly peak in strength. I have talked before how my strength throughout a month changes, presumably tied to the moon cycle. Yesterday at the gym my chest strength felt really good with weight that can be challenging at times going up cleanly and without hesitation. Now if this cycle would also include realigning whatever is whacked out in my knee I would be good to go.

Last night some strong storms rolled through, sending Elsa into her normal routine of hiding. When she was in her “safety corner” I covered her with a blanket to make her feel better. I wish there was something I could do besides try to comfort her, poor thing.

The storms did give me a chance to verify that the downspout extension I installed over the weekend worked as planned. On the south side of the house the water was dumping and collecting right by the structure which is never a good thing. Now the water is flowing near the edge of the landscape bed where it shouldn’t do any harm. It’s funny how nowadays dong something so simple is a “project” because I typically have very little I need to fix around the house anymore.

I don’t know if it was the rainy weather but I found myself feeling very tired last night. A little after 8PM I laid down on the bed and dozed off briefly. That does not happen very often.

For as long as I can remember I have always been a pretty avid watcher of the Olympic games, both summer and winter. The Paris games started on Friday and I have watched exactly zero seconds of the coverage so far. It’s a strange thing but I guess ties into how my TV viewing habits have changed since I moved to the new house. I stopped watching pretty much anything I used to watch on big network TV and never watch live broadcasting outside of football for the most part. The Olympics are a special thing and I should pay more attention to it. I always used to watch a lot of that stuff with whomever my partner was at the time. The lack of one has impacted a lot of my routines and this is just another manifestation of that, I guess.