Saturday: 5.56 and there was . . . dare I say it . . . a hint of less heat in the air. OK, so fall won't find its way to Florida for another month, but when it comes, it is glorious!!!
Sunday: 3.79. after yesterday's march, we opted for something short and sweet in the minimal two mile range until the 9TS looked at me plaintively and asked for two chocolate covered donuts . . . he is after all, a retired cop. No problemo. Duncan Donuts is right down the street . . . a tad over a mile. Easy peasy. Until I realized I had forgotten that they had moved. Sigh. But, anything for my sloth, and Joanie was a terrific sport. Tomorrow we are taking the day off and sleeping in.
Monday: 0.00 YAY!!! It's hot and muggy outside, but I am inside and not.
Tuesday: 6:30 a.m. Bang! Crash! Splat! The three of us head out running. There in the kitchen lays Kidlet's flowers one more time . . . sprawled across the kitchen table. Wetness abounds. The salt shaker intact but contents spilled . . . R.I.P. the pepper shaker, it did not survive the mass destruction. The paper napkin holder was sprawled on one chair, a place mat on another, napkins aflutter. Bear is running quickly in the opposite direction . . . Pippin quivering on the stairs. Hum!!!
Good thing today is yoga and lunch day. God bless Ativan.
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I can hear the catz now, "It wasn't ME, mom!"
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