My new couch! I'm amazed at how much difference this one piece of furniture makes to the entire look of my living room. It now actually looks like a living room instead of some sort of carpeted wasteland.

My couch arrived in time for me to go work out, so I went on down to the gym. Cop#2 arrived shortly after I did, and told me about the big manhunt that the K9s were on this weekend, chasing some escaped armed robbers. (They caught them, by the way. The newspaper article mentioned that both escapees were later treated at the hospital for dog bites.) Then he commented that he needed to do more running, since he found that he was tiring out after running full out about three miles while tracking with his dog. (With combat boots, body armor, gun, and utility belt.) So, I was just finishing up my situps at the end of my workout when he got on the treadmill. Then he pointed to the treadmill next to him. "Get on."

Yeah, okay. I'm tough. I got on and matched his pace. I haven't been running since last summer, but I was damned if I was going to wimp out and stop before he did. Luckily (for me) he decided to just do a mile.

And Good Lord my legs hurt today. Tells me that I need to do more running. A mile shouldn't kill me.

But I did skip working out today. I will probably go in tomorrow, though since I'm breaking down and having a second phone line installed and the guy is coming tomorrow afternoon to do that, I'll probably go early to the gym. Then I'll just take the weekend off.