Climbing Is More Than Skin Deep

When I woke up this morning, I saw that creature crawling on my bedside table. Eww! I'm not good with insects, so I put a glass over it and went to work. Maybe I'll come up with something tomorrow. Maybe not. How did it get in here, anyway?

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Oh wow! Once again, XKCD featured an episode from my life!

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That's how my hands look after bouldering. You cannot really tell from the picture, but the skin is actually peeling off from so many places at once that I feel like a molting lizard.

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Here's the reason why I'm writing today's post tomorrow. (It's actually Saturday and I'll re-date this post.)
I had an appointment for a phone call with a headhunter from New Zealand. The conversation was scheduled for midnight, or at least so I thought. When my phone didn't ring at that time, I got a little worried that I might have made a mistake in converting the time zones. It turned out that I did. Again. Instead of midnight, I now had an appointment for 4 o'clock in the morning. I cannot describe how stupid I felt. I tried to make the best of the situation and went directly to bed after I set my alarm clock to 3:45. As if by a miracle, it managed to wake me up, but guess what. Nobody called! Gah!