For once in my life, I can't think of much to say. Maybe it's because I've said way too much this week already. Mostly though, I think it's because both of my girls have the same bad cold I did and I've been putting all my energy into stressing out about them.
I stayed home with Coadster today since she had a fever and headache and horrible sore throat. I thought I was going to get all kinds of practical shit done, but instead I slept a lot. I must not be completely better, because I still feel like I could sleep even more. Stinky just called me from her dad's house and said she also had a fever and sore throat and headache, so it looks like I might be staying home again tomorrow. I'm sure I'll feel like getting practical things done around the house then.
I ran for the first time in over a week tonight. It's weird that I hadn't been missing it much. I'm usually not one to forget my addictions that easily. It's been nice having an extra hour in my day, and the idea of getting bundled up to to go outside and sweat, has seemed so absurd lately.
Tonight though, I was getting a little itchy. I just ran my four mile route, so it wasn't too taxing and it felt really, really good. Even though snow was hitting me in the face and the winds were a bit harsh, it still felt good...Okay, after the second mile when the endorphins kicked in, then it felt good. I'm also now experiencing the secondary benefit of the mood enhancement that comes after a run and so I'm sitting here thinking about puppies, and unicorns, and rainbows and angels. It's enough to make me want to hunt down some cheap tequilia so I can drink it and get mean and hate the world like I'm used to doing.