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This is the part of being home that I have long dreaded: the point at which I have nothing to do.

I can think of people I'd like to hang out with, but I am certain of their unavailability.  I would love to go bouldering today, but I don't particularly want to go by myself.  I'll probably saddle up and go anyway.  

I've been trying to follow the news more closely since I've been home.  I have noticed that I follow it a bit more when I'm in Vancouver.  Maybe for the lack of other things to do.  Maybe because I have a giant awesome computer to look at and play with.  Man, I want a Mac something fierce.  Everything just looks better on them.

I am going to attempt at acquiring a mountain bike this weekend.  We'll see how that goes.  

I have noticed that since I have started climbing, joints that I didn't even know I had have been popping like crazy. There's a few at the base of my neck, my shoulder, my arms.  I have a pretty good feeling that all the fun I had when I was in my 20's is going to catch up to me when I'm 80. Or 40.

Now I'm going to talk to my mom before I go to the rock gym.  Alone.  Lame.  But better than sitting around here for the afternoon doing nothing.