Reset the jump clock

So this morning before work I finished my second 30-mile week in a row, running on a street that I've been calling "The Flop," since all along a sidewalk for a few blocks on this one street in my neighborhood random playing cards are scattered about. The ace of diamonds here. The two of spades there. A six of clubs. The cards have been there for about a week now.

Saturdays are pretty anti-climactic for me. After all, on Sunday, the week starts anew, at zero miles, and it's back on the road to 30 or whatever miles. I'll feel better once I maybe get six weeks of good running under my belt.

Looked in on Atticus, Doug's poker cat, today. He let out the most sorrowful Chewebacca-cat wail. Poor kitty.

My poker cats aren't happy, I'm sure. I haven't played much poker recently and with the Sherri thing I'm as nervous as I am when I have a very good draw with lots of outs. You know, it's easy to lose a buy-in with that kind of hand. How large is the bankroll of your heart? Ready to get rivered? Does anyone really like playing this game or are you just a degenerate gambler?

I get to see her in a few hours. Ughhhhh. Can't fold now.

Right now the UBT is on. Now I know what non-poker players feel like when a poker show comes on TV. I have no idea what's going on. Don't really care, either.

Last night, Dorie and I happened to get into a showing (for free, we kind of snuck in) of the 1957 movie Funny Face, a movie created around two franchise players, Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire. We're talking lots of Fantasy Movie points here.

I shoulda titled this entire post "POKER CATS NOTEBOOK" because it's all over the place. Might actually stop biking to work for a while. Five miles a day running covers the exercise component, and I feel like I have more energy in my legs when I haven't just been riding a bike up and down the city's hills.