The Death of C3PO

My six-year-old (six in people years, that is) computer's dying--I spent much of the day rebooting as I worked on my dissertation chapter. [Hence this post is a day late.] Next computer purchase will be a PC desktop. More computer power than a laptop and much less pricey.

When Dame Technology takes with one hand, however, she gives with the other. I had a great workout Monday using the Garmin to clock 1/2 mi intervals. I ran five miles at medium pace, then ran four miles, the second half of each of which I ran at half-marathon pace. I liked this workout a lot, though it's really just a tech-enhanced version of a bike-path mile-marker fartlek.

The run shook the cobwebs out of a day on which I was strangely fatigued, even though we've been getting eight hours of sleep a night. I'd like to think it's because we're in a foreign country, where the language barrier means you have to work extra hard just to get around, physically, linguistically, cognitively. Anyone ever felt that way when abroad? Or do you think I caught a wasting disease from a train station bathroom?