The Lorax got the moniker "run silent, runs deep"

But I'm not sure how deep my husband's thoughts run. After all, as he doesn't have much to say I really haven't any idea. After I wrote this I was back on our club's website and I saw someone had changed his nickname to "Thor," which made sense and made me laugh at the same time. Maybe an apt name for my blonde wild-haired husband in the Swedish boat with the Thor's hammer around his neck, and the dog he named Thorvald.

He has had a hard week. He's been quieter than normal. We are both a little emotionally wrung out for the last few weeks.

Tor is worried that the "nugget of evil" will steal his favorite person from him

Even though I have for the most part left the SCA behind I couldn't help but put this sticker on my car. I *think* it was a sticker suggesting a bike helmet but I'm with Bike Snob NYC. The helmet doesn't make you any safer and it encourages car drivers to treat the wearer like they are Lance or something. But fighting helmets, yeah, those are sexy!

It's the middle of the night and I can't sleep. I often have trouble sleeping after 2 am. I keep meaning to stay awake until 11 to see if I might sleep through until 0530, but I always crash and burn somewhere around 9 pm.

I've gone out at least a dozen times since I last made an entry here. I still don't have a reliable camera and so am not really taking many photos. I miss it.

This last Friday morning we four gals found ice crusts ringing Pohick Bay. It was 23 degrees, over cast and windy when we put in. It was 45 and sunny when we finally gave up. Literally the sun broke through the clouds as we loaded up. Doh.

I took my Elias out the last couple of paddles. I remember it being light and nimble, and so it is. It's a nice little sea kayak. I think I'll take it to roll class tonite.

Trish, Drew, and Lynn at our wedding in 2008

I want to always remember Trish laughing. She looked great at our wedding and her own with Drew a week later. She was killed in a car wreck last Saturday. I am stunned. But my husband is having the hardest time. Drew and Trish were a huge part of his life during his obsessive rock climbing years. Trish will be forever missed.