And how come Batman doesn't dance anymore?

The doctor said I have an upper respiratory tract infection. Which means yay for antibiotics and cold and flu drugs, and a curtailing of my recent fitness kick. Just when I was kicking ass and taking names, wouldn't you know it. In other news, the people at Shambhala have been very gracious and will replace the mysteriously lost ILP kit. Thankyou to them for their prompt response to a legalese laced email.

So I finally have this thing somewhat sorted. A daily routine, early rising and not too late to bed. An attempt to kick the various sicknesses I have. More than semi-frequent meditation. An actual desire to meditate. A long term career path with two amazingly divergent outcomes.

Cue the broken leg.