Pop: Chapter Eleven

    The session went by faster than I thought it would.  Barely an hour for a light full-body workout, just for maintenance sake.  Hard to believe it once took me over hour to do the same routine at half the weight for the same number of reps.  Still, it's better than nothing, and it will tide me over until I can get back to better equipment. I still have to call the movers to take this old stuff away.  In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have kept the previous owners exercise equipment, but it really wasn't that old, at the time.  Now, it is just an eyesore, taking up space needed for the remodeling. 

    I barely work up a sweat, but I shower anyway.  I should wait until it is closer to the signing, but I want to put off reading the editorial as long as I can.  The water still hadn't fully gotten hot from when Jim was here, but that is fine by me.  Colder showers don't really work that way, but they still feel better after I exercise.

    I finish drying, for the most part.  I'll shave and finish getting dressed closer to the event.  For right now, I just put on a fresh pair of boxer-briefs.  Let the air finish drying me off before I put anything else on.  Before looking at my computer, I check my phone.  After last night, it needed a good recharge.  I wasn't down to fifty percent yet, but with all that is happening today, I didn't want to take any chances.

    I boot up the Mac and wait for the mail to come up.  I prefer to read my mail off the Mac, due to its bigger screen.  I get to see everything all at once, as opposed to just the snippets from my phone.  Thad was right about one thing, though.  I would've checked my messages and mail sooner than I'm doing today.  Then again, Jim.

    I had actually checked my messages though.  Just before Thad would have texted.

    There is was, right at the top.  My only new mail since Tuesday night, actually.  I try to keep as little email as possible, but it wasn't easy.  Most of the secondary, subscription based stuff gets sent to a secondary account.  Or sometimes a third.  This one, my newest, primary account, was business and close friends only.  It saves me time, really.  I check the other accounts later in the day, on the days I decide to look at them.

    I open Thad's attachment.  I barely look at the topic and message, as I already know what is happening.

What Is Pop Culture, and Why It's Not Important 

    I can already tell that this is not going to be pretty.