Trying to keep endurance

We plug away at our climbing sessions, trying to maintain strength against a day when we might really use it on honest to gosh rocks. As it's acting like late winter outside, the prospect seems dim and far away. There are about six to eight new routes up in the gym, all named Stimson Bullitt.
Pynchon's Against the Day continues, rolling along into stranger and stranger territories. At times I think he's trying too hard to be mysterious, and the resulting writing seems just murky and weird; and yet I roll along.