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Now I'm older. When I was at the gym on my birthday, the elliptical machine asked me how long I wanted to exercise, my weight, and my age. I found gratifying to punch in 26 instead of 25. Then I began to wonder if the machine would change my stats based on the new age (i.e. target heart rate, calorie burning rate, etc.). How funny that one day might cause such a change.

It's kind of dreary and moist here today. Acutally, most of the week has been like this. It sort of makes me want to sit in an English pub drinking beer and eating a tuna salad jacket potato. Too bad I'm not in Enland.