The Goddess contacted me, via facebook, that she wanted to go for an evening run today instead of our standard early morning (5 am, to be exact). I called her and let her know that as awesome as running at night sounded, I was working.
There are too many people on vacation, right now, to find someone to work this shift. Plus, I could use the extra $$ in Boston. My dinners tend to be pricey, especially, when I am in celebratory mode. I am celebrating my anniversary with Brian, next Friday, August 28th. Boston is the city I chose and I am hoping to eat at Mistral for dinner, and Toro, for tapas, late night. I figure, why not? It's good to be different and I love checking out restaurants. Nothing is set in stone, so if you have an awesome restaurant recommendation, please let me know. I have two nights, in Boston, and 3 days. I will be in Maine, too.
Anyways, so back to running....I knew that the Goddess was changing the schedule. Immediately, I think of how I am benefitting from it. More sleep comes to mind. Having a beer happens and skipping the morning run occurs or as I like to call it--playing hooky. I can still go later, between shifts, and I will. The weather has been lovely, lately, perfect for afternoon running. I am not a fan of running at 85+ degree temperature. I will get crazy early to avoid running in the heat.
We tried to arrange another run this week, but I have plans with Gadget, tomorrow, and on Thursday, I think Lindsay is cheating on me with another runner. Fun times. It makes me stronger, running on my own. The motivation to do it, isn't there, but I know that I need to incorporate some alone running time, too.
Thankfully, my ipod is charged and functioning. I was on the phone, last night, and my phone died. Nada. I plugged it to charge and still, nothing, until 8 am, this morning. My alarm did not go off; hence, the lack of my normal morning run.
I woke up, in time, to run outside to put the trash out. I like my new neighbors, but they have not figured out how to put the trash out on Tuesday morning. I heard the truck coming and so I raced out, wild hair-no brushing teeth--and caught the guys. I actually handed the man the two barrels and said thank you. I need to delegate some of the trash duty to the girls. They have a lot of trash--more than Marc, Megan or I--and so I cannot, in good faith, skip a week, knowing that the squirrels will have a field day. Yes, we have squirrels, multiple, that are aggressive and must be stopped! Many times, I have seen the rodent in my house. I had a screen on the window that the sqirrel ate through and makes its way into my house--lovely. I realize that my neighbors, next door, are the problem. They never take out their trash--recurring tenant issue with particular said house--and as a result, we have incensed squirrels that want food, all of the time. Thankfully, in two months, I will inherit a whole new set of rental problems...moving is always excellent, right?
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