Happy Birthday, d!!!

Much recovery~ma to your dad's friend, vw.

Thanks!

Yesterday I bought running shoes, as I need to start training for the 10k I signed up to run in December. Today I went for a "run". Put on new running clothes from Target, and planned to do a bit of a run/walk. Put a spare key in my shorts, held onto my cell phone for timing (because I'm an idiot inre watches), and forced myself into exercise. Finally, I finish and get back to my car, stick my hand in my pocket, and No Key! However, I can feel my leg through the hole in my pocket dear Liza, dear Liza . Panic panic panic, retrace steps, figure I'll wait by my car for inspiration to hit, and finally see the key on the side of the path.

This is why I resist exercise. Feh. I think I only managed to do 2 and maybe a 1/2 miles in the time I was out there. Man, it's really hard to get started when your brain keeps saying "you suck" with every step.

Anyway, I refuse to let that dampen my mood too much. I have a light day of work, and dinner with friends to anticipate.

This will be a very good year. I decree it.

Awesome Sean!

Not so awesome d.

Awesome, Sean!

You put the words "only" and "2 and a half miles" pretty close to each other, there, d. That doesn't seem right.

I'm apologizing ahead of time for the following bitch, but I need to get it out somewhere, and I can't really do this on LJ without creating a new filter, and I'm lazy and cranky right now.

Mom found out that I'm gonna go visit Mike, so she wants to go too, which is great. But, then she wants me to take her home, because the train schedule will be sparse by then, and she doesn't want to get home too late, because S can't walk Rachie, because, hello, husband in the hospital. I'm not even picking mom up until after class ends (so I won't get her till around 6pm). We'll probably be at the hospital for an hour. Then I have to run home and take Toto out before I take her home. I'll probably get home around 10pm. Which, ok. Usually that would be fine. I don't have classes on Wednesday, but...

Tomorrow I'm picking up a friend at the airport. At 5:35 a.m. In CT (it's a two hour drive from my place). Then she's taking me to Worcester, where I'll catch a train and go straight to therapy. After therapy, I have to run to campus where I'll have three tutoring sessions. Then I can go home and do homework for classes on Thursday.

Did I mention I'm in the middle of a fibro flare-up? This is too much for me on a good day. Add in pain and exhaustion, and well, I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

{{{vw}}}

You know what's really tasty? Trader Joe's Chimmichurri rice. mmm.

d! You can do it! I just carry my keys in my hand, but there are all sorts of nifty things for attaching them to your shoe or whatever.

Sean! Awesome!

vw, is there any way you can lighten the load?

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Can you arrange to visit with your mom on another day, vw? Or tell her that it's too much for you because of the flare-up? I'm sure she wouldn't want you to be dealing with all this stuff while in pain.

vw, is there any way you can lighten the load?

The only thing I can think of is not going to the hospital tonight, and really, that would make me feel really badly. Dad's out of town for work and can't go, so I totally understand why mom wants to go. This guy's wife came in and got the dogs when I was sick in February and had to go into the hospital (and she's got severe anxiety around driving in the city). It just feels like the least I can do.

Ok. I'm gonna scream. Nevermind. Just took a deep breath instead. Got an e-mail asking me to represent the English department at the open house this weekend (give us much notice?). Just good grief. When did I get so popular?

And it took me about 10 times to attempt to post that, so I'm going to log off and go up to see a prof before class. Have good afternoons everyone!