I did a mile straight for the first time in my life tonight, in something like 25 minutes. As far as I can tell, that'd be a pretty good time if I could pull that off in open water—apparently, the indoor mile isn't a done thing. I thought counting laps up to 1000 yards was hard, but 1800 (sure, I could stop at 1750 and call it a mile, but I couldn't stand to come up ten yards short) is a damn chore. I spent most of the time trying to remember where I was, then forgetting where I was, then trying to remember again. After that, I brought in five of my six 1:30 intervals under 1:20, so it looks like it won't be long before I ratchet down to 1:25. Also, last week I timed my 1000 at 13:30 and my 500 at 6:30. I'm pretty sure my best 500 in high school was 6:48, so take that, High School Dave! Ha!

And: good news! The negative carrier for the scanner has been found hiding between a couple boxes in the office bookshelf! Now I can push those images from the ill-fated ski trip (did I mention the skiing? It was 30 below zero with wind chill, and apparently "groomed packed powder" now means wind-blown ice. I skied every run that was open, twice, and left after two hours..) along with the couple rolls I took at Skamania last weekend.

I love my little foldie. I really should treat it better.