Pardon my french
Good morning! Boy did 5:30 come fast. Luckily the weather man was wrong (shocker) and we happily ran in 28 degrees, versus the forecasted 16 degrees. Erin and I walked/ran our five-mile loop which was just what the doctor ordered. Since I ate my weight in mini wheats yesterday I was a little nervous about the consequences; everything worked out just fine. As I was about to jump in the shower, it occurred to me that WMM had to happen. There I planked, naked in my living room. It was quite the scene. Eleanor was a little too curious about the situation (if ya know what I mean) so she had to get locked in her kennel.
In the shower I started singing an old gospel song I learned at camp forever ago. That’s right, I spent three summers at a sleep away religious camp when I was in grade school. I LOOOVEEED it. Looking back it was a total cult–we had to attend church three times per day, then go home and read from the bible. I was “saved” as I marched around a bonfire, and had to sign something saying I wouldn’t have sex till marriage. Opps, I fucked that one up. (No pun intended.) The best part about camp is that we sang and sang; I still remember the lyrics and the hand gestures that go along with them. In college that was my late night specialty. I’d bust out a little gospel song and dance as people were taking bong hits and wrestling on the dirty kitchen floor. Ohhh, good times.
So the day to come is pretty relaxed: babysit for two hours then hit up the mall for some returns. Not bad at all. No breakfast has entered my belly yet but I shall post pictures later.