I’d say last night was the dumbest idea I’ve had in a long time, except it wasn’t my idea.
Let me talk about the events leading up to this near-disaster first.
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FJTD List.
Next to me, I have a fat, juicy to-do list for the weekend (Thurs-Sat, in my case). It is a mix of tasks I dread and projects I’m stoked about. I’ve also peppered it with everyday duties that would’ve been done even without this list. I put them on there for the added satisfaction of having extra items to cross off.
I’m already halfway through the list. Pay credit card: Done! Laundry: Folded and hung! Email ICBC: done even though I shouldn’t have had to do it. The claims specialist who is dealing with the property damage coverage side of things last emailed me on November 12.
“I appreciate your patience and will reach out once I have an update to discuss the next steps.”
Two weeks later, I sent them a breakdown of my ride file, complete with screenshots, hoping to expedite the decision. I never got a response.
And the email I sent today? I received an automated Out of Office notification.
I have continued to make good use of the new wheel, but I’ve yet to receive a reimbursement. Ever since I reactivated my Zwift membership, I’ve been parking my road bike in front of my laptop every other day. In my previous post, I shared screenshots showing the difference between my performance a year ago and on December 26, a week after getting back on the trainer after a three-month hiatus.
I did this workout again (Red Unicorn) last week. The results surprised me.
Continue reading “FJTD List.”Slog of a blog.
Ah, 2025. This year marks my 25th year of blogging. On May 13, 2000, I published my first blog post. This May 13th, I shall celebrate this milestone by revealing my darkest, deepest secret.
Or maybe I’ll celebrate with cake.
I’ve assumed the form of Link again and been shot into the sky. 2025 goal number one: beat The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.
Pain nook.
I now have SIX candles.
*basic bitchiness intensifies*
Also, my quest for an area rug has come to an end:
Recreational creation.
Okay, I think I’m getting the hang of the GPS (Garmin Edge 1030) I’ve owned for three years. Since it’s spent much of its existence mounted on Yann’s bike, I didn’t bother learning the function of its three buttons or how the interface worked. To my chagrin, it took about an hour of impatient fiddling and button-mashing before I finally got it to sync with my phone, a success marked by the creation of my Strava account. (I’d already written about this here.)
One of Strava’s appeals is the stalking functionality. This could be me:
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