Getting used to a strange, new idea...

I spent some time yesterday looking for a notice from the red light camera folks who work up in Nassau County, about something that happened while Galina was up there. My efforts were to no avail, until it occurred to me to think of the question "Where should the [expletive] thing be?"

I got up and walked directly to it.

Then I wondered why I hadn't paid the [expletive] thing online the first time it passed through my hands.

For the past few days, I thought it was because no such option was available, but I was wrong. An online payment is available, but it involves the payment of an extra "convenience fee," which I was loathe to part with, except that today, I figured that the difference between said fee and the cost of driving to the post office and sending a certified letter made the fee a lot easier to stomach, so I paid the fine online.

In other respects, it was a pretty mundane Monday. CrossFit in the morning, and a chunk of translation during the rest of the day.

Now, however, it's time for some rack drill.

Cheers...