My awesome app which I bet three or four people would totally want

Last night I turned off my alarm, determined to sleep until I was ready to get up.  And, as a happy result, I awoke refreshed.  Yay for plenty of sleep!  It does a body good.

My back, however, was cranky from yoga last night.  No more reverse triangle position for me.  Bad, bad, bad.  Today I wore a back brace and took advil.  By the evening it felt a little better, but I'll be moving gingerly for a while.

At work I fixed most of the remaining problems from yesterday.  Also, due my horrible memory, I unjustly emailed somebody in all caps to yell at them about doing things without telling me.  He replied with a quote of the email conversation we'd had about the topic.  A very detailed conversation.  So I immediately replied with an apology, but A) my memory is definitely getting worse, and B) I regret all capping.  Nobody deserves uppercase email.

My officemate Joe gifted me with some glitter dust he just happened to have (Joe has one of everything in the universe, somewhere.  The only problem is finding it.) and so I am ready for Halloween.  Sparkly vampires, ahoy!  It's genius.  All I have to do is sparkle.  I can wear jeans and a tshirt!  Of course, I will undoubtedly leave vampire dust on everything I touch all day.  A small price to pay for a Halloween costume.

At the chiropractor's this evening (for a previously but fortuitously scheduled visit) I heard the doc talking to the guy in the cubicle next to me about his bruising.  Which he got JOUSTING!  At Rennfest!  While he was waiting to get taped up I monopolized his attention, asking all sorts of questions.  (It turns out that he is friends with Barchan - somebody I've known off and on for twenty years.  If you have jousted in Maryland, you've either met Barchan or you've met somebody who knows him.  )  It was very interesting to hear him talk about his experience with horses and jousting.  I liked him a lot - enough that if I were not married I would have checked his hand for a wedding ring.  But I am, and I didn't.  Instead I just had a few minutes of fascinating conversation.  I love running into horse people and chatting like that.

On the way home, I saw a white fawn eating grass along the highway.  There are at least twenty foot high walls along this eight to ten lane highway.  There's no way he could have jumped.  He must have walked the mile or two there from some stream crossing.  I worried that he would try to cross the road.  He might have a better chance of escaping ensquishment because he's easier to see, but deer don't have a good record when it comes to traffic safety.  I felt a little sad, thinking he was probably going to get killed.  Even if he survives the traffic, it's hunting season and he's eminently visible.  Poor guy.

This evening seems to be that rare creature, the quiet night at home.  JD is watching vintage 70's television via Netflix.  I had brief thoughts of going to the library to return books, but I believe I'll settle in with a novel and enjoy the downtime.

Oh!  Oh!  I had an idea!  I'm almost afraid to tell you.  On the one hand, my idea would involve a lot of hard work, and probably very little payback.  But on the other hand it's AWESOME.  Okay I'll tell you but if you steal my idea you have to give me a copy of the result for free.  Deal?  Deal.

So, my idea is for an app.  An AT app.  For nerdy hikers like me.  Instead of constantly fishing out bits of paper and trying to figure out where I am in relation to everything, my phone could keep track of it!  It could have all the locations of the shelters, road crossings, parking, french fry stands, laundromats.. and GPS could pinpoint things, assuming you get a good signal.  You could tie it in with journal writing and photo albums.  It could tell you how many feet of elevation change there are between you and some arbitrary destination down the trail.  It could tie in weather forecasts!  It could automatically mail your mom with your camping location for the night.  Oh, a hiking app sounds wonderful to me.  I bet it would have TENS of users.  Minimum.    So, what, figure a couple thousand hours of development for forty bucks back out of iTunes app store sales?  Totally worth it.

I swear I didn't put the hole in this one

When I left you last night, I was worried about oversleeping in the morning.  No worries, as it turns out.  My subconscious stayed keyed up so that I actually woke up about an hour early.  I tried to return to sleep but ended up just annoying the dog, who wanted me to quit playing possum and get up so she could beg for second breakfast.

All the preparation I made the night before to streamline my morning?  Not really so necessary.  Nor was the coffee, although it was tasty.

My day did have several stressors, although they weren't the ones I was expecting.  First, one of our developers occasionally forgets that I have a job other than waiting for him to request an action of me.  Also, he forgets that I don't know how to do every thing on every OS.  I know!  Shocking.  But true.  Today was one of those memory lapse days.

Second, I was wearing a new pair of pants today.  Recently, but not recently enough, purchased.  I only took them out of their plastic shipping bag last night.  They fit really nicely, and were overall very pleasing..  until I discovered the large rent on the back of my left thigh.  Unfortunately, I didn't discover it until mid afternoon, which means I was walking around as if I didn't have a chunk of my thigh peaking out, all morning.  And it's a bit too late to return them now.  Fortunately, I have a lot of pants-repair experience.  I promise not to use super glue OR Hello Kitty duct tape this time.

I had a fairly important meeting to go to in the late afternoon.  (i.e. I had important people to moon, apparently.)  By then, I was all stressed.  I decided it was a Xanax sort of afternoon.  However, my Xanax was missing.  I searched.  I have many, many empty ziplocs on my desk (as I've been bringing my vitamins to work all month because I can't take them at the same time as my antibiotics) and they were all empty.  My coworker, sensitive to my plight, said "I don't have Xanax, but I do have... THIS."  THIS was an individual size packet of strawberry Pop Rocks.

I don't care how old you are, Pop Rocks are still awesome.