My morning has been a bit upside down.  My decision to count my workout as our new pumping ritual made the difference.  All of the snow from last week has been melting the last couple of days and slowly filling up my stairwell.  Since our pump apparently died we have developed a new routine using Robert's shop-vac.  We vacuum up the water, dump it into plastic buckets and take them up the 12 stairs and dump them down the drain.  (Our first try we took them into the bathroom downstairs and dumped them into the toilet or the shower--the change was an improvement)  We had to pump last night and I counted that as my 59, but I felt quite good so I figured I would still do my push ups.  Then just before I went to bed I decided to pump again and the two jobs equaled the 59.  During the night the water was still dripping and I was up at least 4 times checking the level.  It finally stopped and I probably could have just waited to see if it went down on its own, but I had left my exercise to that so I decided to drain it to make sure.  I had done some office work to ready my Saturday and then finished the pumping.  During my last 4 or 5 buckets I was joined by my wife and now after finishing my office work to be sent out today I am finally doing this.  Our Saturday should be very nice.  The temple this evening and just enjoying the weekend.  (And I hope that BYU wins tonight: football, basketball and soccer)  (but the temple will be the best part)