(sick) (rest day)
Not great timing for a cold, although hopefully I'll be through the worst of it by Saturday. I seem to be cursed when it comes to Australia-NZ Challenges - I've had to pull out of both of my last two teams because of injury in the last couple of days before the event (ankle in 2000, broken arm in 2005). At least this year there is no sprint race to injure myself in between now and then.
In regular training mode I'd probably have tried to get out for at least a token effort, but at this point there was nothing to be gained by doing so.
Some slightly careless wording in a news story today claimed that people who spend more than 10 hours a day sitting at a desk have a 48% higher chance of dying. Last time I looked 100% was not 48% greater than 100%. (Reminds me a bit of the story some year ago which stated that one-third of people who take up smoking will die, which sounds like a pretty good incentive to take it up - a two-thirds chance of immortality...). Matters morbid were on our minds a bit today with the news that our cancer-stricken colleague (who's only a couple of years older than me) probably isn't going to last more than another few weeks.
And screaming headlines elsewhere claimed that Andrew Bolt has been silenced. He's been silenced so effectively that he devoted pages 1, 7, 36 and 37 of today's Herald-Sun to telling us about it.