Sanity, did you say? Got a near-teary call from the Sainted Wife this morning. Seems one of the upstairs bathroom outlets was spewing flame like some demonic lizard from a Harry Potter movie this morning when she plugged in and fired up her 800 horsepower 26,000 watt hair dryer, the one they developed to replace the flawed Pratt & Whitney TF-30 engines that powered the original F-14. Anyhow, she shut off all the power and waited for me to get home. I had a semi-manly moment when, in the deepest darkest depths of bathroom murk, I managed to remove the outlet, check the wires, detect a loose ground wire half melted to the ground terminal of the outlet, and reconnect it. Yep, inadvertently welding the ground wire to the ground terminal will cause those arc welding style flames and sparks to shoot out over the sink alright... So that was semi-manly but a real manly maneuver would have been catching it before it put the wife into a near-panic. Hell, I'd panic too. You ever go out of the house without blow drying? It's unthinkable.
Got some stomps to do tomorrow in a little 90 minute workout - big gear low cadence 10-15 second spin-ups. I don't think my legs are up to 2007 standards just yet but I do have some fear of bending the handlebars thanks to recent upper body workouts, or snapping the chain or chainring. We'll see how it goes. I'm a little hesitant because I busted a chain last week and it reminded me of how tenuous a situation that is to blow out the drivetrain, all of a sudden snapping down on the bike, the big wobble, the tank slapper... the odds are pretty good I bite it one of these times and lose a few teeth on the stem or implant the front derailer in my calf again. (Though to be fair the time I did that it wasn't deeply implanted, the shards were just sort of stuck into the first couple layers of epidermis). Oh well, these are really good neuromuscular strength builders, and one of the nice things about them, it's totally counterintuitive, but they help raise the threshold up. It seems that all the muscles (I, IIa, IIb) get stronger when you're doing the equivalent of weightlifting on the bike.
Now your moment of Zen. By way of the excellent Service Course, Johan von Summeren von Gambolputty von Knickern-Knackern von... JvS runs over a cat in the Eneco Tour.
Nope, not a photoshop, though Ryan is running a caption contest. Now I love my cats, and I don't like seeing animals harmed. But on the other hand, sometimes you just have to laugh at the ways that cats manage to get themselves into unlikely positions where they will get killed. Cats are masters at being the coolest, smoothest operators in the animal kingdom, right up until the moment they top it doing something utterly stupid. They are like drunk teenage boys, in that respect.