We're now ten days into the new year. While I didn't specifically spell this out, this move follows in the same direction I move: I've dropped my monthly fees for the UFC to pick up a subscription to the New York Times. It also is significant as a break from my 2020 position of ignoring all social and news medias. There is a large gap of what happened in 2020 that is blank to me and from what I heard, I'm better for it. However, I reconnected on election day and reaped what was sown.

I love watching MMA, of course, but I don't think another guillotine or arm bar is going to advance my knowledge on the subject as a spectator. Still, I cannot think of another option that inspires a mindless workout on my end.

...which is what I wrote for this blog post. I posted it and ran with it. But, as I read the news stories, I just didn't feel like me. And honestly, reading it just felt like I pulled clothes out of a pool and put them on. While I like the writing and its depth, the lack of relevancy and brooding mood was just a turn off. Fortunately, I signed up with PayPal so the cancellation will be easy, as their bot couldn't help me to cancel and apparently no one works there right now.

I very well may return to my UFC viewership. It inspires and brings joy.

Of course, sometimes you gotta go slow to move fast. While I had a MWF strength schedule with a TRSS endurance schedule, I'm pulling Sunday out of the lineup as a day of rest. Sure, I could have worked out, even my alarm woke me up at 3-something, but one day of relative rest might provide better gains.

In practice, I spent a bit of time on a ladder this morning cutting off power to electrical ballasts and installing direct power to new tube lights. Toggled makes a pretty cool product. I wish I knew about it before replacing the other 20 tubes in my gym.