On the couch, of course.
Ran 4.5 miles this morning in the 24-degree weather ,and I really need to get off the sofa and take off this sweat-soaked and rapidly chilling thermal layer before I die of a pneumonia. Running in cold weather makes me wheeze afterwards. La. But I did run about 4.25 of those 4.5 miles, with just a few brief walking intervals in the middle. This must mean I need a dog, because dogs make good running buddies. (Yes, I know. I have been missing dogs for three years. The missing has not gotten any better. I even have a dog lined up, when I can find a dog-friendly place to live.)
Of course, before I can have a dog, I need to move. La. 293.5 miles to Rauros. I have come over a thousand miles on foot in a little under two years (I started on January 14, 2007), which really isn't all that much when you think about it.
Filed my copy for Tor.com this morning, which is like work, and yes, there will be the fannish-squee version of the Criminal Minds writeup for 4x08 this evening, but first I must get some work done and drink some coffee and shower and run errands and go to archery and eat dinner. And then I will come home and natter about TV shows. Deal? Deal! Awesome.
Oh, also, Andrew Bird will be at the Orpheum in Boston on January 30th, and Emmylou Harris will be there February 22nd. Yeah, I pretty much plan to go if I can get tickets.
ETA: I do not need to buy the complete Monty Python, no matter how cheap it is on one-day sale today. I do not need to buy the complete Monty Python, no matter how cheap it is on one-day sale today. I do not need to buy the complete Monty Python, no matter how cheap it is on one-day sale today.