Friday!

There were no zombies, or at least if there were they stayed in the bushes, so I got to the gym yesterday. In one of life's little ironies, two acquaintances of mine died in circumstances related to the gym. One of them, Lee Robertson, a Woodridge Rotarian, died at the gym of a heart attack. The other one, a guy known only to me as Mark, was a regular at my gym and he died Wednesday of an infection. I'm not in the mood for the perhaps obvious joke.

In other news, Friday is usually a day for me to stay late at work. Today, it's not - I've got tickets to the Chicago Shakespeare Theater production of Mary Stuart. It's a 7:30 show at Navy Pier, so I need to be on the road soon-ish.