The curse of going to bed early is waking up too early. I think I woke the first time around 1:00. I woke the first time actually when your mama called me.

So the rule is if I wake early enough to row, I should row. I have so been resisting rowing. I am now 20,000 meters behind my team average. I usually say that is my goal and then up it to be in the top thirty or something like that. I have been lacking in discipline.

I was awake at 3:00. Even dawdling—it's really cold out, and I don't have the heat too high at night—and cleaning the stove top, I got in 18,301 meters.

And I sit down to a relatively clean desk. I don't know what is happening to me. I haven't eaten chips in a while either, though the sweet fare at synagogue in Bridgeport has provided me a few meals.

I need winter foot wear. The one pair of shoes I have that I wear will not hold up to be both the walking and the synagogue shoes. I keep thinking I want to get something hiking like at Bass Pro Shops. I don't make time for shopping, like that anyway.