Running running running this week. Cat care is somewhat of a moving target as the return home from the vet boarding date for the little guy seems to have advanced a day, meaning I have to be there more often to feed him the last day. It may also interfere with my lecture plans tomorrow evening. I'll see if I can fob them off with an earlier than usual dinner.

I've moved more items into the SUV to take to the eWaste bin, and may add a couple more tomorrow. A big basket of junk mail made it to the city recycling bins today and I have the impression that they empty them more frequently than the last vendor, making it easier to take stuff down when I want to and not wait until chances are they're empty (or at least there's room without cramming piece by piece into the recycling version of Fibber McGee's Closet.

I saw some nice ice dancing pairs this evening on the Olympics, but turned it off when they were back out at the slopes. How many times must we hear the story of Lindsay Vaughn and her ill-fated final attempt at a comeback? The knee injury was the clue that she should stop while she was ahead. I don't think she modeled perseverance, I think she wasn't paying attention to what her body was telling her and acted foolishly. The knee may not have been the "cause" of her crash, but it was a harbinger named Cassandra. My two cents.