I love Peeps. There was a discussion about Peeps on a running forum so I suddenly remembered I had to link my Blog to Peeps. They are best when stale.
I also love Krispy Kreme Donuts so I had to link to that as well. They are opening one in Medford on June 24th. I imagine there will be a very long line. I might be better off going to NYC instead of waiting in line.
Taking The Cat Who Should Be Dead to the vet today. It's the big day. It must be done. 18 years old, 2 pounds, throwing up daily, sometimes multiple times in a day... who's kidding who? Quality of life - it's a Right for all God's creatures, not just for mankind. She will have had good life by the end of the day. So sad but it must be done.
I ran 3.5 miles this morning. Last night I decided that no matter how crappy I feel in the mornings I must run at least 2-3 times a week in the mornings. It was slow and painful. I tried that trick of running with wild abandon, with my arms out to the side, and the run got harder so I stopped. A few homeless people gave me strange looks, too. The new orthotics are giving me a rough time - it could be the old blister that it was irritating and had that spot not been there, perhaps the orthotics wouldn't have bothered me. Now I have to switch shoes and orthotics and try running in various combinations to determine if it's the shoes, the orthotics or the orthotics/shoe combination. Got that? Never knew running was so complicated, did you?
I have to think about the lesson in this one. Not sure what it is yet.
I have more energy after running in the morning. Because the Run I Must Run Today is not hanging over my head, I am free to enjoy my day as I'd like to, instead of as I must. Other than work, which I must.
I had to go to the Post Office (aka PO).
I know why they call it that - PO.
Because you get PO'd when you go there.
I am updating my blog all day long as things get complete and as thoughts pop into my head.
It makes for a long day.
Well, it's done. The Cat Who Should Be Dead is now The Cat Who Should Be Dead And Finally Is. Now I will just call her by her true name: Jenny or Jenny Penny, or Jennifer, or Jennifer-Patennifer. I like things to rhyme or alliterate. They ask me twice if I wanted to be present. And in the end I was. It was nice knowing that she knew I was there holding her as they gave the lethal injection.
The stuff was pink.
Such a pretty color - isn't there a metaphor hidden in here somewhere?
Something like Death masquerading as Good? I wish I could remember.
Death masqerading as pink liquid candy.
It's the same stuff they use on death row inmates.
She went quickly, quietly, peacefully, front paws crossed in front of her, eyes wide open staring into... what, I wonder.
Dinner note....after all, a huge part of life is about eating, right?
The Red Fez - Nouveau Turkish food.
Luke handed me brains - Gummy brains in a small bag - I think I'd would have rather had Swedish Fish or Gummy worms, even. Blech.
Had to wend my way through the menu.
Lots of lamb - allergic to lamb, but it always looks so good.
Couple glasses of sauvignon blanc from Seresin in Marlborough, NZ - crisp and light, slight taste of green apples.
Seared Scallops with lemon and garlic sauce on a bed of greens.
Falafel, cucmber yogurt, Spinach and cheese sanbusak, grilled asparagus in garlic sauce.
Finished with a beautifully presented chocolate mousse and cappuccino.
All was wonderful until the jerks next to us started smoking.
We were seated outdoors.
There is a smoking ban throughout the city.
No smoking in public establishments.
If there are tables and chairs outsides with patrons, isn't that still apart of the establishment?
Of course I complained as we were leaving and threatened to call in a violation.
Yes, that's me.
Smoke violation police.
Otherwise, a beautiful evening with good friends good food good cheer.
Looking forward to my long run tomorrow.
The weather had better cooperate.