I knew I'd be up this week. I just knew it. 5 pounds without some kind of 'correction' would have been too much to believe.
But the fates were most cruel ... I was hoping for no more than +2.2, keeping me at 75.0 even.
Try +2.4. I am now just 2/10 of a pound below the 75 level. Well, shit.
One good thing, though: I won't feel the 'pressure' of staying above goal when I head to Alabanana for a few days next week. As usual, I don't count points during those times -- that said, though, it won't be like last year's Birmingham junket. I've come a long way since then. And I sure as hell won't be making a dive for the Thickburgers. 23 points? That's friggin' obscene. A heart attack on a greasy bun. But anyway....
Allrighty, Saturday I'm going over to Alexander City and watch my son's band play in the Lake Martin band tourney. And then over to Birmingham for some fun, frolic, research and roadgeekin'.
When I get back, also as usual, I'll be back on the wagon. And I'll reclaim 75 ... or my name isn't Talmadge.
Ummmm, wait a minute. It isn't. Well, you get what I mean.
Ciao for niao!
--Talmadge "Birmingham Bound" Gleck
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