Don't pull on that, you never know what it might be attached to

I'm taking a flyer tonight on a new course, a local university's "mini-med school" program, eight weeks of two-hour lectures for the surprisingly low price of a hundred bucks. Considering that the school in question is notoriously expensive and miserly as hell, that's a steal even for a course that doesn't grant credit. I am too squeamish for most medical programs, as vitreous humor–covered lab partners from my high school and college days can attest, but I'm fascinated by medicine and sick of feeling stupid around my association's members (it is no longer enough to be able to say macroglobulinemia without stumbling), so this sounds like it might be a good compromise. There doesn't seem to be any unifying theme to the program, indicating that the planners may have pulled whatever speakers were available and turned them loose, but the scattershot approach has the virtue of allowing us to cover a broad array of topics. Sickle cell anemia, diabetes, drug marketing, medical ethics...an interesting grab bag.

So that'll be Tuesdays, and Wednesdays will be dressage, and Thursdays, because we're finally inching out of winter, the barn will again offer Western classes. I am somewhat put out to find that this midweek block of edumacational goodness makes it tricky to get to the free gym during the week. Damn built-in excuses for being slack, as if I needed more of you! On the other hand, my office continues to offer lunchtime yoga on Tuesdays. Today, one of our staff fell asleep during the final relaxation; apparently this is not a new thing for him. Do you have any idea how hard it is to lie in corpse pose, thinking blissful glowing nonthoughts, while trying desperately not to giggle? Now that's a workout.