So freaking humid out. I think that was the grossest trip t market this summer. We were all whining the way home.

I very nearly melted because I had to walk back from Union Square after dropping my car off at the garage. However I ran into Our Jon Bernhardt & family, so got to say hi before I scampered off.

Think I'm going to the pool earlier than normal for Saturday. Thunderstorms predicted. Which will please break this mugginess.

I took the dog out for a zombie-walk today and decided a few minutes in that maybe I could run some of it. And I did! Ended up doing 3.3 miles at a slow running pace for me, but with plenty of walking breaks. And my head didn't feel like it was going to explode, which has definitely been a problem. Yay running!

In other news, things I have to do this weekend: apply for 2 jobs, visit Dad, file papers, pay bills, groom dog, go to dry cleaners, do laundry, clean house, go to movie/dinner with friend, go to frame shop, finish writing a story & send to beta, go climbing, prune roses, call brother before he goes to Liberia (argh)... Can I go back to bed?

But at least it isn't sticky and gross here, although we could really do with some rain. I guess I shall take my small blessings.

It's sunny and pleasant here after last night's thunderstorms. I picked up my CSA this morning and had a kale Caesar salad. Now I'm doing laundry, watching the US Open, and contemplating whether I feel like going to Target.

Forced myself into walking more than was absolutely necessary, which was a nice walk through the Public Gardens, but now I am sweating.

I also moved a ratty sofa that apparently the neighbors put on the sidewalk in front of my house so that it's in front of their house, because WTF.

I went to Target for La Croix and pasta and accidentally also bought a cute dress and a cardigan. Now I've got the US Open back on while I try to gather the motivation to make pasta sauce.

Day 1 of the month of bachlorette life: slept in, fed the cats and myself, set a dye pot going, and am now having cold brew coffee and eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. I have not yet reverted to a feral state. Tho' I am vaguely amused & tempted by the notion of adding a shot of whipped cream vodka to my iced coffee, just because.

Pete is in the UK for all of September, helping sort & clear his mum's house so she can sell it.

The mental traps we set for ourselves are often subtle and unexpected. I need to get the VIN off Hubby's Mustang in the backyard. I want to get a spark cover for the firepit so I can have a small fire on All Hallow's without sparks going everywhere. For that, I need to measure the thing. I told myself to go do those things, and a wave of anxiety washed over me.

It's just the backyard. No, I don't often go into the backyard, but it's still just the backyard. There is nothing lurking back there--at least not in the areas I'm going into. The wood pile in the corner is not on the agenda today. But it's Something I Don't Normally Do. I can get up and go to work and go shopping, but if I step off the path, my brain goes nuts. The level of hidden fear in my life is horrifying.