Update, mainly dealing with muscles

We climbed the Vodno yesterday. My personal record had been 2,5 hrs, walking exclusively on the road, though. Yesterday we did it in 1hr 55min, taking a wood path to the place from where the road is closed for cars, and from there on the road. Since the time difference between road and path is between 20 and 25 minutes, the... oh, bugger arithmetics. We were incredibly fast, incredibly exhausted, and my thigh muscles are incredibly sore. It was great, though.
When I got home, I ate two medium-sized pieces of Saturday's lasagna straight from the fridge (no time for heating them up, too hungry), guzzled a can of beer and slept for 2,5 hours under a warm, fuzzy blanket with Cornelius curled up on my belly.
And boy was I glad I'd taken my super-warm fleece jacket, which I put on when we'd reached the cross.

Otherwise, nothing much to report, except that I got a mail from the lovely nephew Daniel, who's currently in Dunedin, New Zealand, and obviously enjoying it in spite of ghastly and very cold weather. It's good to know that he's alive and well.

And now, dear friends, if you read this before 9.30 CEST, please cross your fingers and send me strengthening vibes, because the [...] briefing starts at 9.30, and I don't want to succumb to Mr H's considerable charms. *girds loins*

ETA shortly before 11: It's too early yet to shout hurray, but I think I'm over the guy. Funnily enough, the fact that he's sporting a deep tan helped. It looks nice with the blue eyes, but somehow he looks better not or moderately tanned. Or maybe he's just lost his appeal, which would really be the best outcome.

More ETA: Not really a topic for polite conversation, but wouldn't you, too, hate hormones if your cycles went like this: 24, 23, 51, 13, 24, 44, 26, 23, 27, 31, 28, 23 days since last summer. I just thought I'd look it up (yayyy! for ms outlook) and try to discover a pattern. There is none, unsurprisingly.

Boyz picspam

...for trickofthedark , who is also owned by a heavyweight Siamese cat.