At this point, I will say that the weather has really been sublime the last few days in Norman, none of the crap that most of the rest of the country, other than central and SoCal has had to endure and very little wind. However, I have incurred an additional injury, no doubt due to compensation for the prior one. My knee has been doing weird things, not tracking properly and giving me shooting pains when it shifts out of alignment, even while biking or, say, walking down a ramp of the beer truck. At this point I've set an appointment with a ART guy up in the city for my foot, which will hopefully make some progress on the root cause. I am going to continue running but just for a few paltry miles at a time and pretty much all on even grass. It is weird because I had been really good about rolling my foot, but I reckon at some point I crossed a line where the rolling was inflaming the injury so now I'm going to do more strait icing, which has shown at least some benefit.
I'm not really that unsettled, as right now I'm quaffing espresso and a cranberry scone, reading up on the booming local porn scene. Also positive has been the fact that I have the strength and energy to bike to the bars and stay out late reconoitering with some long unseen locals. I'm even optimistic about my job- I've been promised (not guaranteed) that we will be sending back all 12 varieties of Smirnoff Ice and that, in supplement, I will be allowed to grace our shelves with some new beers.
That brings something to mind, if you have the opportunity to try the Flying Dog Double Dog, I would only follow through on it if you are a fucking disheveled, mangy hop-head like myself because it packs a wollop, both in IBU's and alcohol. On a more balanced note, I was treated to a really nice '05 Hobbs Pinot on Christmas. I learned that it recieved a 91 from Parker. The winery is probably one of the handfull that I have ever had of that class and it was indeed its own food group at the dinner table.
I'm not really that unsettled, as right now I'm quaffing espresso and a cranberry scone, reading up on the booming local porn scene. Also positive has been the fact that I have the strength and energy to bike to the bars and stay out late reconoitering with some long unseen locals. I'm even optimistic about my job- I've been promised (not guaranteed) that we will be sending back all 12 varieties of Smirnoff Ice and that, in supplement, I will be allowed to grace our shelves with some new beers.
That brings something to mind, if you have the opportunity to try the Flying Dog Double Dog, I would only follow through on it if you are a fucking disheveled, mangy hop-head like myself because it packs a wollop, both in IBU's and alcohol. On a more balanced note, I was treated to a really nice '05 Hobbs Pinot on Christmas. I learned that it recieved a 91 from Parker. The winery is probably one of the handfull that I have ever had of that class and it was indeed its own food group at the dinner table.
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