[Post started last Tuesday...]
What day is it again? With having an Addiesitter on Monday (an extra day this week thanks to lots of workin’) and the Dolphins playing Monday instead of Sunday, my internal calendar is all kinds of topsy turvy.
Also, that’s the last I’ll mention of the Monday Night Football situation. It’s a somber mood in our household today.
In a mini rant mode, can I just mention that Starbucks has not been work-friendly at all lately? The last three times I’ve loaded up my tote and abandoned my screaming kid, there haven’t been any free seats. It’s like 1 p.m. Who are these yahoos without office jobs? (I know, I know. Guilty.) And why can’t the 70 billionty dollar S’bux corporation build larger stores? There are approximately five and a half chairs in every location. The illusion to make it seem open to loitering and conversing is crap.
So today I took my tote and my $3 elsewhere. And I had the whole store and all the outlets to myself. Could’ve charged 10 laptops if I wanted to! Oh, the power! If you don’t check yourself, Starbucks, I may just drop down to 4 visits a week. We clear?
[Picked up again today...]
There is currently a conference call taking place that I have become beyond unnecessary to be a part of. So I get to talk to you fine folks about all the vitally important bullet points of my life, like diaper rashes and toys getting lodged in the pool filter. Both true stories from this week.
You called my bluff, S’buxie. Here’s all my money. I’m sorry. I love you.
Since I began this post, there has been another loss on the Fins record books. Sundays are getting dicey, guys. Except for moments like this.
Another W for the Noles (a shut-out slaughtering, might I add). And the Rays won a dramatic game 3 in the ALDS to force a too-late-starting game 4 that kicked their underperforming butts right out of the postseason. We even had our good luck charm ready.
And that about sums up what we do during all the hours we’re not working or shoving food into our daughter’s face.
That, and running. Glorious, therapeutic running. I did my long run last Saturday morning at a park that’s been on my to-run list for years. It was just about the closest thing to fall weather we’ll have right now, there were enough solo stretches to get some hard core soul-refilling time, and plenty of fellow crazies to make me feel less like I need to be committed for getting antsy and excited about running nine miles.
Here’s hoping the motivation train keeps rolling right on through November because this is official:
Besides the running and sports fanatic-ing, there is a lot of chasing around this 82nd percentile body:
And very little laundry folding or floor sweeping.
What have you been doing (or not doing) this fall?