I need to be out of here in eight minutes, so Shabbat Shalom. I don't know who I am saying that to.

But I have started the challenge, and ordered a part for my monitor which is starting to go black, but not so much so that I can not keep up with the challenge, but other things challenge that: I just don't want to, even though I am keeping the thinning thing going.

Have a great Shabbat, and a gmar chatimah tovah.

Maybe a sometimes poorly kept discipline, but at least it is a start. I also rowed three times this week.

I couldn't tell you all what except for the business taxes due today. They got done Friday.

I have now run through Tuesday. So it is time for at least the first post for this week.

It was good to see my Uri. I hope to see more of him. I am sad that he won't give the religion at least a little more space.

It is good to be with the people. I look forward to more visiting.

I cut my hair. It got too long. You know this, but I may want to remember it.

My arting got interrupted, but it hasn't been so for more than a day or two at a time It's not really art. It is doodles on paper, and not good ones at that. I see no improvement, only more garbage on paper, and I never know what to write.

Concept2's Fall Challenge is on again. I hope this helps to keep me from gaining too much.

It is way past my bedtime now.

The webinar text is done. I am not caught up on the sprint, but it is good to see progress. Part of that was that we had a check in call today.

I am getting that I have just a little higher clocking than most people. Mix that with curiosity, and I just end up knowing a lot about a lot.

Bridgeport is looking for a new school superintendent. I will apply for the job when the application period opens, It should be in the next week or so.

One of the alternative people I was listening to on Spotify claims to be trans. I no longer like her music. I just can't support that.

There is no news about his death that we know. I found a facebook group of his class of 1980, I guess just a few years older than I, that was also sad to see him go, but no news, and shocked. His place of death was Apartment Sidewalk. I don't know if that's a euphemism for jumper. He was apparently depressed since his wife died. I don't know who else he felt he had had.

So I wonder if most of us die at once, or if it mostly happens long before our bodies give up, whether we give up, or we feel the effort isn't worth the return anymore. I don't know that there is anything else to say about it.

My cousin Karen says I am like my cousin Jed. He seems to pick up junk everywhere and think it has value as well.

I am sorry I missed your call. Next week we'll bring Shabbat in together, with G-d's help. It will also be Rosh haShannah. I am so tired of the holiday-ing. It's nice that it ends with Sukkhot anyway. That is the best holiday in my estimation.

I ended this week below 230, hitting 227.2 after rowing this morning.

And then I went to mom's and ate junk. The problem is if I eat one chocolate Hershey bite thing, I eat eight or ten. I think I will have to declare these drinking as well. I am just not quite there yet.

Adam's idea was to have two people give like twenty minute talks on their area of expertise/interest, unrelated to each other in any way. Then let the audience ask and play in the intersection.

So these are some of my ideas, or maybe they are what I wanted to talk about, I don't remember:

• Arting and Mowing
• Mist and Motorcycles

I have been consistent about my arting. I also mowed too much.

Woof

This was about the Dog Days of Summer Challenge. It went all sorts of places in my mind, like with the interaction with warp, and how this brings texture to our lives, but mostly we just rowed. I hurt myself.

I hurt less now, but maybe not by much. There was pain when I was finishing my forty. My arm didn't want it. I rowed intervals (200m 20 seconds) at the beginning of this week, and now the week is gone, and that is okay. The machine is still set up, and maybe my arm can take a row. We'll see during the call tomorrow.

It didn't happen last week, and I was kind of releived. I don't know if I belong there.

I haven't done any posting in weeks. I did reach out to one person on Facebook posting about how accessible MKs are. You can guess her analysis: Most MKs won't touch it with a ten foot pole.

I had a mission to do something tonight. It took me forever to get to it. Then I realized it was mostly done already.

I started the day with a little bit of piano and a little bit of writing. I was in Bridgeport.

I am now in Stamford.

And I am eight pounds more than I weighed when I came home. This makes no sense. Maybe I will wake in time to row.

I go pray.