The shorthand is a fifth of a second equals a length, so 2.65 is a lot. It's also worth noting that, because the pace was much slower in the early stages, this year's finishers were fresher. AP rated. Secretariat burned out Sham and the rest of the field and set fractions that would have been good times for a races of those lengths: 1.09 and change is a good time for a 6 furlong sprint race.

Also, people on Deadspin who talk like they know racing and don't make me roll my eyes. One person was talking about races being overall faster if you had rabbit like Secretariat, and I was thinking, dude, you don't even know what a rabbit is in race terms, you nit.

(A stablemate, generally entered to set a fast early pace and burn out the competition for the other horse.)

Thanks for the well wishes. DH's father is okay, but still feels pretty bunk. Franny's fever finally went away, so now we just need to deal with the head cold part of it.

Phantom puking is a feline talent.

Don't worry - you'll find it someday. Possibly in the worst possible way.

sumi made me laugh. Sorry, Jesse.

OMG, I don't want to do any work! I have been chipping away at stuff for a week or more, with no big projects and no big progress, and it's making me crazy. And not that effective. Maybe I will take a day off next week.

Yesterday was a very long day, and I'm groggy and exhausted. I think I probably inhaled a lot of mold while I was volunteering yesterday, because the task we had was sorting and repacking bread. Mm, mold. I am allergic to you.

Then there was hockey anxiety, plus I walked about 8 miles and then got very little sleep. I'm glad I decided to take a half day tomorrow, because I need me some nappy-times.

P. M. Marc - I didn't even look at the comments.

Mm, mold. I am allergic to you.

Me too. My house smells awful. I'm sure that whatever gunk was trapped in the carpet before the soaking is now being flung into the air by the giant fans. I have an air purifier, but it's in the room I can't get into. *cough* Hopefully we'll be done with this tomorrow.

Right now, I really should be working on a project, but not only does it involve looking for a needle in a haystack, but it is the world's dullest needle in the world's most boring haystack, and I don't wanna.

FCM: Chris Evans, Chris Pratt, Chris Hemsworth

LEE, HDU! HDU!

Umm. F-Evans, C-Pratt, M-Hemsworth because his milkshake brings all the boys and girls to the yard, and while he's not my type, just think of the potential threesomes.

P. M. Marc - I didn't even look at the comments.

ALWAYS WISE.

I mean, I heard from a reliable source at Norwescon that one of the Marvel editors ran into him at Marvel HQ in, like, the stairwell and had a crisis of sexuality so strong that it caused him to call his wife in a panic.

Infinite Chrises!

I have oneroused the hell out of this week including W-9 for a paid gig, Financial Aid Office interference for Emmett, doing an interview, buying a new computer and setting it up (necessitating extra trips to the store to get connectors), and approximately 83 playdates for Matilda with approximately four score and six different playmates. All while feeding Emmett which is really a two-handed 24/7 proposition.