My soul weeps at the prospect of another afternoon in the gym. Especially when the weather is passable outside. And I couldn't mount the breastmaker because all the building suppliers in the surrounding area are gaylords. Damn this inability to climb. Damn this good weather. Damn inadequate builders merchants. Whats there to do but hit the weights in a vain attempt to get stronger should I ever see another worthwhile piece of rock to clamber on again.
Fuck it. Sack up. What would Simpson do?
p.s on the weather front, I'm going to keep a tally of dry/climable days vs. wet/miserable days. So far its not been too bad. Been here almost a month and theres been maybe 5 properly unclimable days. I expect the ratio of good to bad to go down rapidly, but we'll see.
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