And I am tired. I went to the gym this morning. Unlike yesterday, I did not forget my shoes, and so I did my hour of cardio. I didn't push hard, but I did it. It's a bloody miracle, by the way. I had my arse handed to me last night during my pre-martial arts workout. Then it was two hours of martial arts. I was tired and sore, and I went to the gym all the same.
I'm calling it a win.
But alas, that means my tired brain forgot what it was I wanted to talk about today. So you get this ramble instead.
Oh, humble brag, I have been rewatching episodes of 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown (a mash up of a British comedy panel show bases on statistics, and Countdown, an anagram and mathematics game). It combines two of my favourite things; British comedians, and brain work.
I am shit at this game, depressingly.
But I play along as a way of keeping my brain flexible and active. Yesterday, I managed to get a nine-letter word (the highest, worth double points) during one of the word games. Looking back, it's a bit silly how excited I was about getting it. But I got it, and I'm celebrating all the same.
Here were the letters:
O R T E S E P R T
My word? PROTESTER.
I was proud.
Oh, here's a non-sequitur, can Chuck Wendig please come out with a cookbook? I just want to cook from recipes written like this.
And now I've wasted enough of everyone's time. I'm off to write more and play more games.