still sick, so I didn't get to start volunteering at the hospital yesterday. instead, gabby and I spent two hours at the gym, exercising every muscle known to man. six forms of crunches, and my stomach muscles were actually quivering. afterwards, we came home and watched the pianist. one of the best parts was how he was always drumming his fingers! on tables when sitting down, on his pant leg when walking around. I love how they included that; it's so realistic.
tomorrow is a very special day. on january 29, 1982, steven callahan set sail on a solo journey from the canary islands. his ship sank six days later and he spent 76 days adrift before being rescued. anyone care to celebrate in mr. callahan's honour?