Call Me Lilly

I spent the entire day today at the University for training. So far I'm enjoying the program and I'm looking forward to applying what I've learned.

I also discovered that I'm a wuss.

This evening as I walked back to my car I saw several students riding their scooters. It was just barely 30 degrees outside with a chilling wind. I saw a woman with a stocking cap, fleece pullover and sweat pants zip by me on her Vespa at light speed. The windchill had to be murder.

So here I sit, still convinced that if I take my motorcycle out when it dips below 40 degrees parts of me will fall off. Compared to all the students on scooters I saw today, I'm simply a delicate little flower.

As far as training goes they provided Koosh Balls for us to play with. It's a device to provide our brains a small amount of stimulus that will actually (supposedly) help us focus on what's happening during the lectures. I played with my ball constantly. Then, at the end of the day, I realized that my ball had probably been handled by everyone who ever participated in the same seminar I was in.

Ick.

I know that I now am incubating at least a cold; perhaps chronic wasting disease and maybe even the bird flu.

I am a delicate flower. I should know better than to play with other peoples' balls.