Sometimes it’s not really unconscious

I say, and you think…

  1. Booze :: yes, please.
  2. Counter :: top
  3. Action :: Jackson
  4. Trial :: and error
  5. Wheelchair :: I’ve got one in my front room. Shiny.
  6. 1-800 :: bite me
  7. Chop :: pork
  8. Relatives :: heh… let’s not go there today, m’kay?
  9. Bed sheets :: clean and awesome
  10. Funnel :: cake!!

‘I need a cigarette.’

It has been a very long time since that thought has entered my mind. But it did on Friday.

Weekend wrap up, so far: the movers have come and gone; the rest we put on a truck and brought home, by way of Austin where we dropped off a bunch at a sister’s house. Somewhere in there we went to our twin niece and nephew’s baptism (Godparents, we are. Scary, huh?)

This morning we are all recovering. I’m sorry I missed calling you, Lass, it was more than a little nuts while we were there. I hope to catch you next time.

Now, on to laundry, but first I have to drag the baby out of the tub…

not a moment too soon

Got this from Hal Higdon’s web site (I’m following his Spring Training plan).

A lot of people play at running, going out for an occasional run on weekends if the weather is good. Sometimes they’ll run three or four days in a row–then skip several weeks before running again. But that’s not training. Training is when you follow a schedule, such as this one, where each day has a purpose. If the weather is bad, you still run. If you have important business, you simply rise an hour early to run. Why? Because I told you to! And if Hal tells you to rest, you rest. That’s what I have scheduled for you today.

I ran three days in a row this week. Not far, certainly not fast, but I did it. I ran in 39 degree rain. I ran when I was tired. I can do this.

Today, for my “rest,” I’m driving a couple hundred miles, supervising movers, renting a truck and moving other stuff, hopefully meeting with a realtor and perhaps a handyman (or woman), and wrangling three bored children.

Ah, I can feel the stress just melting away…