Cold or colder.

It’s supposed to be 20 degrees or so tonight and possibly windy. I don’t know if the roofers have gotten here but I’m thinking the answer is “No.”

I think Dave the trainer was distracted today. He had a date later on in the evening and didn’t seem as focused on his devious tortures. I’ve been doing a lot of balancing exercises, but nothing like this guy at the gym who stands on the Swiss ball while doing dumbell lateral raises. He has incredible concentration; I can’t even maintain balance on one foot when there are attractive women walking around. Sometimes I even get distracted by my own reflection in the mirror, because I think, “Who’s that funny looking guy?” or “Are my legs really that big?”

I saw my “dream girl” at the gym and she snickered at me again. Well, Rule #1 is, “Don’t talk to your dream girl.” Rule #2 is, “Don’t talk to your dream girl.” Rule #3 was, “No poofters,” or something, but I think I’m a little too homophilic to have that rule.