Here is a picture of a parking meter and a drainage pipe up against the Bluebird cafe/diner/whatevethehellit'scalled.
Ah, hell, kids. Is this week almost over yet? Didn't I call it yesterday? Remember when I said my head might explode? Well, I think it did a little, but on the inside. Where no one can really tell...From a distance anyway.
There was all this schedule finagling that was supposed to happen. My ex was going to the soccer game at the school outside of Cedar Rapids to pick-up Coadster to get her back in time for her jazz choir concert thingy because I don't get home from work until 5. Then I was going to take it from there. It was going to be kind of nice, because I would have time to get a run in before the other running. Then right before I was ready, I got a call from the ex to say that his car had broken down somewhere in North Liberty and I would have to pick up Coadster.
So, I went and as you all well know, I have no sense of direction. I took one little wrong turn and then figured it out. Meanwhile, Coadster was trying to figure out what was going on, and called her dad, who's cell phone ran out of minutes so he couldn't answer, and me, who was driving on the interstate and couldn't hear the phone I probably wouldn't answer anyway while I was driving. Coadster started to spaz that maybe I was hurt or in an accident. When I finally made it to the school, which is much more like some weird compound of several grade, middle and high schools, Coadster was crying. I calmed her down and we figured out where the hell she was and where the hell I was and we finally got it right. Whew!
Needless to say, I am beat like a rug, and not at all at the top of my game, so I won't be cutting anyone with my sharp wit at any point in this post...Then I guess it's like every other post I write.
The good thing is that I gave myself a another half day tomorrow. I will have FOUR WHOLE HOURS to myself tomorrow. Yes, that needed to be all in caps. That's how much of a big deal it is to me. The difference between this week and last week, is that this week I have no plans whatsoever. I am up for anything, and then again nothing. The only thing I'm planning for is my six mile run tomorrow. It's supposed to be 70 degrees and I really need to experience the meditative benefits of running. I can't wait to have at least an hour with me and my iPod and the sidewalk and not being asked one single question that entire time. How lovely!
What kind of loveliness will you be experiencing this weekend?