Google Is Your Friend

Well...fine!

I handed last night's entry to d to read while I went up to the bathroom.
When I came down, she had a website showing.
"Google is your friend, my little troglodyte," she murmured, showing it to me.

"Sonofabitch, I love this species," I said, reading. Sure enough, someone actually has developed a waterproof mp3 player, for use while swimming. Come next month's payday, one of these puppies has my name on it!
As if that wasn't enough, it was trumped by bedtime my my pal Mae, who pretty much re-iterated the 'Google is your friend' line and introduced me to a waterproof mp3 player from Speedo, no less (to match my swim shorts and goggles.

So this will be the Disappearing Man, Disappearing back to the pool next month.

Today has been a day of plans gone awry - meant to walk before work this morning, but didn't. Meant to walk this lunchtime, but, as it happened, didn't. Meant to bike towards the end of the working day, but in the end, didn't. And by now - notsomuch - it's Friday night, dammit, gonna spend some classic couch, movie, popcorn time with my girl, just Being.

No London this Monday either, so Tuesday will probably be bad, but I'm still hoping to pull it back a little. London (and Ipswich) from Wednesday to Friday this week though, so that'll be different.

For now though, time to get Comfy...