So the 24th was Eliot’s birthday,
(Yeah, I made that. Eliot’s cake is pretty much all the baking I do all year, so I try to make it count.)
And then it was Christmas,
(MY Grouchy Ladybug Game!!!)
(Find the two kittens in this picture.)
And then we flew to DC on the 26th.
It is my parents’ 45th anniversary — and where Santa left the good presents.
(The storm drain and the last place the drone flew.)
Anyway, what with all that, and teaching a Wilderness First Responder Recert course up in Austin last weekend, and the Bandera training, it’s been hard to find the wherewithal to write.
4-hour blog-writing PAUSE
See, I was just getting going with this post, when Asa smashed his head into a playground bridge. Now I’m writing from the pediatric emergency room in Lansdowne, Virginia.
(Is this giant dog in the waiting room unnerving, or is it just me? Maybe it’s because it’s so shiny. That’s not natural…)
So how’s a person supposed to find the time to blog?!?
No, no, I know it’s just a matter of dedication. And making peace with some potentially rushed entries. So, that said, I’m going to post something for the next 370 days.
As a friend reminded me: “[T]he harder the way, the more worthwhile the journey.” I’m sure Wilfred Thesiger
was referring to daily blogging.
OK, so here’s the running log:
I am solidly a Bulbous Sea Horse in the Manatee to 100k program.
I finally feel fit again. Not racing fit, but fit. I wish Bandera was another two months away. But it’s not. And so, I’m going to do what I can. (I’m still hoping to advance one more stage in the program before January 9th.)
More from me tomorrow and the next day and the next…