I would be remiss if I didn’t first mention that tomorrow is the return of Choose Your Own Blogventure day.  So if you’re logging in to find out about what’s going on at the Daily Tannenbaum, what you’re going to find instead is part three of a story that originated at Nancy Pearl Wannabe and continues on to two other sites behind me.  It’s all great fun, although I wrote my story in the span of 10 minutes after getting a “your part of the story is late” reminder email from NPW.  So apologies in advance if it’s a bit nonsensical and/or completely cobbled out of elements from other stories and books I’ve read lately.

In other news, I swam in the Hudson river on Tuesday morning.  I was going to blog about it, but I wasn’t able to take any good pictures, so I’ll have to give you a full recount next time I do it.  I made it the full mile up the river and back again without any major difficulty beyond one leg cramp and some wayward river greenery, but today I’m feeling the effects of a sudden allergy-like attack.  I’m hoping that is in no way related to swimming in the Hudson River…

And also unrelatedly, I got called for a Gallup Poll yesterday.  I was under the impression that they didn’t call people on cell phones, meaning that the opinions of me and the other 2% of the world who are cell-phone only didn’t count.  I suppose that notion was wrong, or else I just gave a lot of personal information to a ner’-do-well who now knows my height, weight, approximate stress level, income, amount of fruits and vegetables I eat in a day, and the fact that hell yes, I am voting for Obama.  Either way, I’m pretty stoked to be counted in a poll even though I think poll results are not as important as results of actual actions.  It must be all this blogging that’s got me feeling all proud and important about my opinions.

Looking forward into the future, I’ve got one hella busy weekend where I’ll be going down to the city for a haircut and friendseeing and then back up for dual cookouts (each an hour away from each other), possible Saturday night camping, definite Sunday morning laundry, and then I’m away on Monday for a work event that has my stress levels up to a point where I’m afraid a Gallup pollster might think that I’m an actual stressful person.  But then I’ll shake it all off with a Hudson River swim on Tuesday morning, provided it doesn’t rain, filling the water with nasty sewage overflow.  Can’t hardly wait!