I have slam-;packed days for the next few days. I still definitely intend to hit the treadmill tomorrow morning, and I very much hope to do so sometime on Friday but it may get put off until evening. Tomorrow not only is our roof being replaced, but I have prep for a photo session on Friday plus a rehearsal for my cabaret at the Orlando Fringe Festival, plus very likely a trip to Disney with my son to avoid being in the house while said roof is being replaced. Then on Friday I have my first professional photo session to get acting headshots. It's all very exciting. As for today, I did manage treadmill and push-ups, although sit-ups fell by the wayside yet again. Oops.

Good news! Eight months after Hurricane Irma we are finally getting our roof replaced. It's been a bit of a slog going round and round with the insurance company. In the grand scheme of things we are very fortunate in that we had no major structural damage, but I will be very relieved to have the roof done before the rainy season in Florida starts up in the next few weeks. The workers may be here tomorrow, or else the next day, which may or may not disrupt my treadmill time.

But I did get on the treadmill today, so let's talk Doctor Who.

I'll be honest right up front: I am phoning this one in today. I overslept, didn't do my usual pre-treadmill workout, and barely managed to get my treadmill time in. Today was a morass of meetings and troubleshooting and re-writing code, and tonight I just want to crawl into bed.

But before I can do that I need to get this done, so let's talk Doctor Who.

Treadmill kicked my butt this morning. Okay, maybe it had something to do with me being out late last night, then getting up this morning and mowing the lawn, then doing a full set of pushups, and then hitting the treadmill, but it still kicked my butt. The funny thing is that because I was dragging so much and went a little bit slower than usual, I missed hitting the 1,500 mile mark today by two-hundredths of a mile. Like, if I would have just gone a tenth of a mile per hour faster for a few minutes I totally would have hit that milestone today. Oops.

What I did do, though, was see the first mention of the DoctorDonna. So let's talk about that.

It has been such a lovely day so far today, and it promises to continue to be fantastic right to the end. This morning I got to sleep in, which was a rare treat. True, as soon as I woke up I did my hundred push-ups plus did one hundred and fifty six sit-ups before collapsing, and then followed that up with fifty five minutes on the treadmill, but I got to do all that two hours later than usual. How nice was that? Then my wife and I went to see Avengers: Infinity War (no spoilers, we liked it just fine, and the only thing better than a baby Groot is a surly teenage Groot). Tonight we are going out with a friend to see a local theatrical production of The Hunchback of Notre Dame featuring the work of several theatre friends. The sets and costumes look to be off-the-hook amazing.

More than fourteen months later, and I have finally arrived at the episode that kind of inspired this entire ridiculous project.That cute little marshmallow guy to the left of my post titles? That's an Adipose baby. Weight loss through parthenogenesis. Sadly, I am not able to just take a little pill and be thinner, I have had to earn it the hard way through honest sweat. That's ok, though. If feels good to have gotten here.

So let's talk about it.

Today was Christmas again. I get to celebrate with the Doctor about every two weeks from now through July. Aside from that, it's been a busy day. My son had a dentist appointment, I had a pile of work plus a hotfix software release, I practiced my clarinet, I staged my home office for some Facebook Live videos to promote my upcoming show in the Orlando Fringe Festival, and I went out for my usual Thursday singing session. I'd say that makes a pretty good day.

But let's get back to Christmas, and the very awesome Donna Noble.

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...