Not only did I not do any push-ups today, but I actually ended up at Urgent Care. I have a sinus infection, and am  now on antibiotics. Hopefully they will kick in rapidly, because four days from now I have a full run through of my Fringe show plus two performances. Right now I can't even sing a note. Should make for an interesting weekend.

Today is the first time in the fifteen months of this ridiculous project that I have completely mis-timed my treadmill session length. I always set it for 55 minutes, except for specials that run longer than a normal episode. What I forgot was that today's episode ran a full 65 minutes as the season finale. So as I was watching my treadmill abruptly stopped with its programmed time finished. I was so wrapped up in the ending of the story that I literally stood there for ten minutes transfixed. 

So let's talk about that.

Sometimes life comes up with amazing little synchronicities, perfect little coincidences that come out of nowhere and make you smile. This morning, after doing 130 pushups (holy crap!) and then walking over four miles on the treadmill, I arrived at Rose Tyler's big emotional departure. She walked out onto the beach at Bad Wolf Bay in Norway, the Doctor appeared, and then... the DVD glitched and hung up. I tried to take the disc out and clean whatever smudge was causing the problem, but my sweaty hands only made it worse. So that's how I said goodbye to the Sainted Rose today, by shrugging and thinking, "Ah, well, I remember how it ended. Goodbye."

How it should have ended...

I really gotta get these things written early in the day. Here I am, ten o'clock at night, I want to go to bed, and I still have a post to write. I was buried all day at work, and then had a swell evening out with my wife, and now here I am staring at a computer screen half-awake.

So let's talk Doctor Who so I can get some sleep.

Yeah, hey, it's late and I want to go to bed. I did my workout this morning and watched some Doctor Who. So let's briefly talk about that.

Everybody has pet peeves that matter to them but seemingly to nobody else. For me, right near the top of the list is any title that uses the construction "Rise of the (fill in the blank)". It ranks right up there with the phrase "the one that started it all" and with song lyrics about tall mountains and wide rivers. I can't tell you precisely why those things annoy me. I mean, sure, they are all lazy and trite, but there are plenty of lazily trite phrases in the world that don't bother me at all. But give me a story that starts with "Rise of the..." and you have already lost me.

So you can imagine how I felt when, in order to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the first appearance of the Cybermen, Doctor Who went with Rise of the Cybermen for the story title. *shudder*  So let's talk about that.

This morning I weighed in under 250 lbs again for the first time in eleven days, and actually at my lowest weight in more than twenty. Of course, it was also after not only an hour on the treadmill but another hour out doing yard work, so I was more than a little dehydrated. We'll see if tomorrow continues the happy trend. 

In other news, I watched one of my very favorite episodes of Doctor Who this morning and loved every minute of it. So let's talk about that.

In yesterday's post I mentioned that my wife and I had visited Balmoral Castle in Scotland a few years ago. It turns out that I am a moron (shocking, I know!) The place I was thinking of was Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh, which is a completely different thing. I was only off by about a hundred miles. Oops.

As for today's viewing, it featured the return of both Sarah Jane Smith and K9. Yay! Let's talk about that.