Thanks to Alisa for my belated present. And the chance to make that joke. My collection of capital Rs begins here.

On this date three years ago, I got to marry my best friend. And it’s only gotten better since then.

Happy 3rd Anniversary, Alisa. I love you.

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So, I had to go to New York. I worked with and directed a photographer, after which I sorted through around 6,000 photos and narrowed them down to about 130, give or take.

Then I had to work like crazy on an event held here. Then the event happened, and I did this (yes, that’s who it looks like). There was much rejoicing (I might have pictures of that later…).

Then I came back to Philly that weekend and there was much recuperating. As a result, we missed this, even though I was thinking about it for weeks ahead of time. Bleh.

After the weekend, I got back on the horse, and worked with a friend of mine to wrap up and launch this today. Maybe this week I can get back on my usual track.

Sorry to anybody I’ve fallen out of contact with. I’m not ignoring you, I just fell off the internet (and a few other places).

Watching third season West Wing on DVD (greatest show ever) and it starts snowing (on the show). A nice snowy evening. I realize I miss snow.

Ask me about snow in February of this year and I hate snow. Ask me now in August; I miss it. I don’t know if this is a great mechanism for saving my sanity or stupidity writ large each year.

Whatever. I want a snowy evening viewed from under a blanket through my window. Can I get that in September?

Back in June, (yeah, I know, I’m really late with this post) Alisa and I shambled into our apartment after seven days in Paradise Village, an enourmous super-resort compound located in Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico, nearby Puerto Vallarta (warning: this website will make your eyes and brain confused) and I started to put together this post the following day. There was so much stuff packed into that week, I’ll have to summarize with some quick snippets, rather than a full-on description:

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I ran the JPMorgan Chase Corporate Challenge this past Friday, which is a 3.5 mile run through the curvy roads of Central Park. I did 3.5 miles in 30 min 45 sec., just under 9 minutes per mile. I set a 10 minute per mile goal for myself, so I’m pretty happy about that. I only had to walk for about a minute or so at around 2.5 miles to regain my ability to control my limbs. I didn’t want to give up on running most of the way, because the thought of extending the duration of the race seemed worse than any price I might pay upon finishing.

I haven’t run any significant distance in about 9 months (I was jogging about a mile every few days at that time), and I got back from a trip to Mexico the preceding weekend (which I still need to post about). So the day after the race was over, my legs were about as useful as two columns of stiff cardboard. Then, on Saturday, they became more akin to a stiff piece of balsa wood, incapable of bending. By Sunday I could hide the fact that my legs were still a bit sore when I walked, and didn’t have to take stairs like an old man.

I figure by Wednesday I’ll be fully recovered and can start my mission of jogging regularly. Maybe next year I can run with the big kids from work (who bettered my time by about 5 minutes) and not have the mobility of a corpse in a snow drift when I’m done.

On Friday, Alisa, Becca, and I went to the Philly SPCA and adopted a 3–5 year old cat. Her name, the one we gave her, is Leto (get the backstory on her name at Wikipedia). She’s small and grey and very shy, or perhaps afraid. It’s hard to tell, since she spends most of her time avoiding us or eyeing us up from afar. And apparently that’s the norm, as much as there is a norm.

Well, Alisa and I deal with this situation in very different ways, which makes sense, considering that she was the real motivator for getting a cat in the first place. I pretty much ignore Leto. She skitters by or edges around the couch and I glance up at her and continue doing whatever I’m doing. It’s not as though I don’t want her to hop up next to me and start discussing typesetting, or just sit there and purr. I do. But, I don’t expect it, or need it, and this is the important part. Alisa, on the other hand, radiates intense need, supernova levels of desire and longing for the least bit of acknowledgement, of progress.

And I think Leto knows this.

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