they went to play golf and i am just not ready to settle for that game quite yet.

just got off the skype with elvis & beavis (with minor appearances by regina & priscilla). the video call is an odd thing, the way you're transported right into the lives of those you're calling.

speaking of odd, i just now completely on accident learned that ctrl+9 and ctrl+1 switch between the tabs in IE. i was trying to make a ( and i hit ctrl+9 instead of shift+9, and the active tab changed to the right. so i tried all the other numbers + ctrl until i found that ctrl+1 changes the tab focus back to the left. to the left. to the left. everything you own in a box to the left.

speaking of boxes, i found a box of stationery on the free table at work and have therefore been writing a few letters. back in the day, i used to be quite the letter writer. i'd exchange missives with, mostly, folks i knew from brigadoon. this was before email, before facebook, before VOIP, when a long distance fone call cost a pretty penny and a stamp was less than a quarter. i have saved exactly none of those letters, which is a shame because they'd be a little picture into the world of the past.

speaking of the past, it appears that i am committed to doing a 5k in the morning. okay so here's the thing... when you go to physical therapy, really the point is that your physical condition is supposed to improve, right? i mean, improvement is the goal, right? just want to be sure i am not mistaken about that because i went to PT with hip pain that occurred while running and now my entire leg hurts all the time. maybe i have the wrong idea of improvement, but it doesn't seem "better" to me. but here's the 5k part -- i encouraged baby-enstein, who is now like teenage-enstein, to run a 5k which occurs tomorrow morning, and i was all like - hey, i will do this with you and it will rock. i said we could start together and if he felt that he could go faster, he could take off, but that i would not take off and leave him. tomorrow, the only way he will not be moving faster than i towards the finish is if he runs the wrong direction. [this is the part where you pity me, maybe send me a cake of some sort.]