Weeknotes 50
- The sewer line work on our street that started in March finally wrapped up this week. After six months of being woken up by heavy machinery at 6am, this weekās silence has felt fantastic.
- Iāve been running consistently at least 4 days a week for about 6 weeks now. It doesnāt feel like Iām getting any better. But the numbers donāt lie: Iām accidentally running about 1 minute per mile faster than I was 6 weeks ago, and the VO2 max number in Apple Health has gone up monotonically after each run.
- Still no espresso machine return. Either itās lost in the mail or (and this is my dream scenario) the buyer figured out how to grind coffee correctly, and is too embarrassed to admit it.
- Another Italian MotoGP weekend, which means another excuse to have a pizza party. This time I experimented with using the clichĆ© Caputo ā00ā Pizzeria Flour. Once again, thereās apparently a reason this junk is as popular as it is. The pizzas came out really good. I used a 70% hydration, which made things just a tad unwieldy with this flour. Next time Iāll drop down to 65%.
- Favorite silly sounding Chinese sentence I spoke this week: ęåäøčµ·åå„ē°ęć (WĒmen yÄ«qĒ chÄ« qĆyƬ guĒ) Iāll spare you the translation and the reason for this utterance. Just enjoy the rapid-fire āchiā sounds.

The corn seemed unimpressed by my engineās roar. Tough crowd.