Work's starting to develop a rhythm; staccato, perhaps, but a rhythm, nevertheless.
I haven't stepped on a scale to confirm it, but my pants have been telling me I've gained back the 10+ pounds I lost over the summer. The bike I got for my birthday has been used twice since August, and the elliptical bike we bought last month is already a clothes hanger. There simply isn't time for exercising.
As a Mets fan, I was hoping the A's would pull out the ALCS, but as a baseball fan, I'm glad Detroit won. Now if only the Mets can get right and knock off the Cardinals. The last time they made the World Series, in 2000, Isaac was born the night they won their only game.
Nice little flashback, this: