Happy Birthday, Steph!!!

When my parents and nephews were up in CO, dad went to a pot shop to buy my aunt some.She's got situational insomnia (sorta PTSD from losing my uncle, this week was their anniversary and she was sorta falling apart for the last month.) One of her friend's used a variety that helped with insomnia, but of course my aunt wouldn't actually ask for details; my dad had no such compunction. And then he had extensive conversations at the store. More hilarious, he had Dominic with him and took pictures of him in front of the sign.

Dad thinks the last time he bought pot was the early 70s, it was never an interesting trip for him. But he joked that if it works for her but she's too Midwestern to go to the damned shop, he'll pay someone to go shopping for her and deliver it. But maybe that wasn't a joke, really. Dad really loves Sue. It's funny that they went on one date, both agreed they enjoyed it but no chemistry. Sue ended the date with "though...you should meet my little sister."

I've gone 60 miles

You've done 60 miles in a week, Kat? Damn!

I'm annoyed because I managed to do the first "return to running" thing that the PT gave me, but then my NONbroken foot started hurting again. I waited a couple days, then tried again...nope. NOT HELPFUL BODY. I'm old and falling apart, apparently?? I want to be running again, but I also need to be able to dance next weekend when I'm at a convention, and walk around this weekend, for Pride. And I don't want to make a doctor appointment because I"m pretty darn sure the answer will be "rest, ice, anti-inflammatories". Grr.

My crazy running team? Has run 6518.5 miles since a week ago. I've gone 60 miles. We have another 3000 miles to go before next week.

Wow! That's impressive.

I'm old and falling apart, apparently??

Welcome to old-folks-table. Ibuprofen does not-a-thing for me, but I am straight up on naproxen like a fool. I've been doing two a day workouts for a week and I'm exhausted. But I have another week to go and a lot of what I'm now doing is walking more than running. But 60 miles is 60 miles. We have a half marathon on sunday and then I need to taper down.

And now I regret getting rid of all my firewire cables. I found a music player of Hubby's that's got his driving mix on it. It's still got a charge after two years, but the power socket looks like firewire (fyrewire?) The mini-usbs certainly don't fit it. I bet the thrift stores have some.

Oh, and housemate is off to Minneapolis to try his dream of vocal stardom at The Voice tryouts. I've actually never heard him sing. I hope they don't humiliate him. But I've got the house to myself for a week.

Poured so hard, main roof downspout was shooting out 4 feet. And yet no leaks.

Also hard rain here, I kind of like the sound.

I bleached and then dyed streaks in my hair. One side made it to the bright blue I wanted. One side ended up teal. Wtf, hair?!? Ugh.

Fuckity, I'm taking care of my neighbor's cats and the Tribble broke out of the house overnight. Busted out the locked kitty-door. He *usually* comes back in the evening, but he's never been left locked in the house for days before. And they aren't back for another week.