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Sorry to disappear. Trekking up to Boston for The Game, then to California for Thanksgiving, all the while wrangling CrossFit NYC’s move into a much larger new Manhattan space more than ate my life. I’m back in the office, and back to blogging, too.

Hofstadter’s Law: It always takes longer than you expect, even when you take Hofstadter’s Law into account.

It’s 6:20pm, I’m still in the office, and only about a third of the way through the to-do list I drew up for the day. This could be a long night.

Did I mention I turned 29 on Wednesday?
It’s been kind of a crazy week.

Or, at least, well enough. After too many days of sickness and lollygagging, both Jess and I are back to work.

Shlomosexual
Noun. A non-Jewish woman who finds herself regularly attracted to religious Jewish men.

The weather here in New York is nearly biblical – rain has been pouring torrentially all morning long – so I’ve been playing hooky and working from home.

Which, I think, I well deserve, after having trekked dutifully into the office all last week despite my inevitable post-too-much-travel cold.

By now, however, I’m nearly back to full health. Which means, of course, it’s time to get back on another airplane. Yes, the travel continues. And, likely enough, the erratic blogging. Consistency’s a bitch.

1.

Despite about four thousand people viewing it, after three days it was only my own mother who noted that the entry “Does Not Compute” was mistakenly titled “Doe Not Compute”.

2.

Headed to JFK this afternoon to fly to Vegas for a quick weekend conference with the owners of all the CrossFit-affiliated gyms (like our CrossFit NYC).

Due to weather delays, however, the flight was eventually pushed back to where it would have landed too late for me to make the connecting flight (the last for the night). So after five delightful hours of airport time, I headed back home. Now I have just enough time to squeeze in a few hours of sleep and a shower before heading back out the door for a 5:30am flight tomorrow morning.

As I then fly home from Las Vegas about twenty-four hours after I land, looks like my plan for striking it rich Bond style at the Baccarat table have been foiled yet again.

For Jess, my family, my friends, my colleagues at Cyan, my fellow trainers and members at CrossFit NYC. With each passing year, I realize more and more that the people in my life are for what I’m most grateful.