bamboo earrings, at least two pair...

I have not been out for a run in some time, which means next time I go out, I am pretty much back to peppy walks.  Still, it's been way too hot for me to run - at least during the hours when I'm most able to.  And there are all those triathletes showing me up with their Robert Rauschenberg personal training techniques (running up hills hitched to discarded truck tires and various other heavy "found objects").  I feel a little soft and floppy, trailing after my runaway jogging stroller, sweating it out to BBC4 podcasts.  Also, the last time I went out, I got matching blisters on my heels.  They are still there.  Like three weeks later!

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Speaking of hot, last night I dreamt I came into possession of an L.L. Cool J themed Nintendo Wii and joystick.

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And speaking of weird things on one's feet (my blisters, you following this?), Mr. Pear pointed out that what I had assumed was a callus on my toe was, in fact, a wart.  I've been dutifully applying Compound W, but it doesn't appear to be doing anything except make all the skin around the wart peel off.  I sniffed the Compound W the other day, and I'm convinced it's nothing more than super glue.  Maybe I'd get better results with super glue.

*  That d'anjou!  He has his mama's temper, but I am a seether, as opposed to a thrower.  Yesterday he was in desperate need of a nap, but as is his habit, he did not just suckle away to sleep like other tired babies.  No, he tossed and turned and pulled off the boob to cavort around the bed in some exaggerated fashion.  What usually works is to let him get the wiggles out and then rein him back in for one last cuddle, at which point he drops off into the land of nod within 35 seconds.  Not yesterday.  After repeated wailings and flailings he finally illustrated the depths of his discomfort and annoyance by grasping my library book and flinging it across the bed and onto the floor with an as yet un-demonstrated Herculean strength.

It is going to be so. much. fun.

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[Sarah]

I've found the best time to run is at night. Like 10:00. Nobody needs me then and I have the dark world all to myself. I do wear a geeky reflective vest to ward off cars.