And Everybody Tells Me That It's Cool to be a Cat.

Nothing is more meditative during yoga than some fresh cat butt in your face.

 It's Friday again, and that means a heapin', helpin' of cats. Shudder, shudder.

Yesterday evening I took John and Stinky and her boyfriend out for a fancy dinner for no real reason. I love doing that from time to time - going out for something fancy in the middle of the week for no reason.

Archie is adorable when he sleeps...

 Tonight we have our racing team party at the Hilltop. It will be nice to meet the new members and see some of the other members who rarely race.

We don't have any races again this week, which is good because the weather is supposed to just stay cold and then maybe rain. We are going to try and ride mountain bikes and get in a longer trail run. On Sunday we're going to go out and help clean up the mountain bike trails in our area. That way, if they ever dry out, we can ride on them without crashing over logs and other crap.

...Except for when he's clearly dreaming about killing us while we sleep.

So, far, this is how I've spent my tax refund:

1. Registration for TOMROV - a back to back 100'ish mile bike ride along the Mississippi River in Iowa and Illinois.

2. 3 books - Akhil Sharma's "Family Life", Lily King's "Euphoria" and  Joshua Ferris' "To Rise Again at a Decent Hour"

3. A fancy family dinner in the middle of the week for no real reason.

I'd say that's 3 for 3 on awesome expenditures.