First a word on flip-flops in the workplace: NO! No self-respecting man should ever show any part of his foot in public. Especially if it's hanging on his foot by a plastic strap. Jeezus, that sound it makes when he walks by! The horror! Makes it even worse when that man's name is at the bottom of my paycheck. I'm fifty* years old and looking at the expense of sending two kids off to college in the very near future. It's a union gig and I need to ride it out into retirement. As I contemplated the many objects I could drop on his foot or sharp objects I could strategically place in his path, the power went out. After a few hours of sitting in the dark, flipity flop boy finally sent us home.

Light day today. Just knocked around the gym a bit. That's the benefit of having the gym in my basement. Did a whole bunch o' shoulder rehab stuff with bands and light dumbbells. Face pulls, rotations, pull-aparts, dislocates etc.

Some kettlebell work to get the blood pumping.

55# KB
15 swings, 5 goblet squats, 1 overhead press
15 swings, 7 goblet squats, 2 over head press
15 swings, 10 goblet squats, 3 overhead press

Repeat the whole sequence over.

I was pressed for time so rest was at a minimum. I came upstairs sweating like a water buffalo and breathing like a pervert on the telephone. Everyone had a good laugh at my expense.

I better go floss my teeth. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow.

*Of course I'm fifty. That would explain why I've chosen a moribund platform like Blogger to express my thoughts and not something contemporary like Twitters or Tumblrs where all the cool kids hang out.