In the spirit of stream of consciousness, I offer a list of things that fall into no category in particular.

  • I watched the final swimming events this evening, including the historic eighth gold medal event by swimming guru Michael Phelps. I’ve gotten so into the swimming events that I’ve made sure we’re home by 8 o’clock every night just so I could watch my swimming. I feel like I should state that, for my own record, I watched history happen. I watched a guy win the most gold medals in one week, ever. And I watched a 41-year-old woman race against teenagers and kick some serious ass. I was jumping up and down maniacally during several of the races tonight, though trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake my slumbering honey.
  • I finally got to see The Dark Knight today. I enjoyed the heck out of it, but it did make me really sad because it reminded me how much it sucks that Heath Ledger is no longer with us. His performance was even better than I had imagined it would be.
  • As my poor partner found out tonight, I have lousy vision in low light, and even when moving slowly, I can be a deadly weapon. Trying to be helpful, I was fixing the alarm clock as Robert arranged the pillows on the bed, and as I turned around, he was in the process of leaning over the bed to climb in when my moving elbow met his chest. While Chuck Norris or Steven Segal might have been proud, I didn’t have such sentiment. It was unfortunate timing, to be sure. But if I ever DO have to defend myself in a fight, I guess I have a good new karate move at my disposal.