I had planned to go swimming this evening, and I drove down to the club for my appointment, only to find the pool was shut for repair work for the next three days, and they’d tried to call everyone to tell them this. Since my phone has less than reliable (nonexistent) voicemail, that passed me by.
I did have one bit of sporting excellence, when my watch decided to send my wife a message saying it was an emergency and I needed help. She raced up the stairs, assuming I’d poured more candle wax over myself – perhaps disappointingly, I remained intact.
Also, three days into the March pull up challenge and I’ve managed sixty pull ups. My hands are getting a bit sore, so clearly the work to develop calluses before hasn’t really paid off.
Other than that, a quiet, quiet day. More tomorrow, I hope.