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Constant refrain: running is my therapy, and when I’m forced to cut back, I get…weird. Not only less patient, less tolerant, and less peaceful, but also less mentally gathered and much more flighty. As a result, my conversations tend to get less organized, and my thought processes are – oh, look, a (dust) bunny.

Doesn’t help when wrenches are thrown into the few plans I’m actually almost able to see through to fruition. Last night, Eric came through the door as I was taking dinner out of the oven, and he announced that he wanted to go out for Japanese. Sam leaped on that like a cat on a bacon-wrapped mouse (do cats like bacon? I do.), and I swiftly wound up packing up the dinner and heading out the door. Mind you, that was an entirely welcome little wrench. Eric took the high road and ordered hibachi so that Sam could have it (they don’t tend to allow parties to have only one member request to fire up the hibachi grill, especially when that one member is still regularly offered crayons at many places), but he spent the evening gazing enviously at my purty little plate of sashimi. “Mommy likes fish!” the chef crowed to Sam, who politely edged away from my ika. Yum.

This morning, I did about four and a half miles, and I somehow did sub-eight-minute paces for each of them. Milestone, dude.

I don’t believe I’ve mentioned that Eric is traveling to freaking Mexico next week. My poor kids; Mama’s going taper-crazy, and they won’t have Daddy around to buffer them through the worst of it. He’ll be back on Friday night, just in time for the race the next day. I don’t think I have to tell you what will happen to my head if his plane is delayed. Only worse timing I can picture would have had him MIA for the race itself.

I’d like to use up a bag of black beans tonight. Enchiladas? Burgers? Hmm. Not that the kids (at least Gabe) are likely to touch any of it, but I can try. I could also do a soup; I discovered that an acorn squash makes a divine little soup bowl and turns almost any soup or stew into heaven.

Sam finished Bible Blast for another year.

This year, he got two trophies: the participation one, and one for doing well on all the quizzes. Gabe is technically eligible to start doing Bible Blast next year, too, but we’ll wait until the end of summer to decide whether he’s up for the challenge of staying calm and focused that much. Mostly, kids start in kindergarten, but there are a handful of four-year-olds in there, as well. (The learning requirements are scaled by age, so he’d have easier questions and memorization than Sam, although they’d be using the same materials and covering the same basics.) It might make for a nice way to incorporate the whole family into the studying. We have time to decide, though.

It’s a lovely day (warmish weather; I’m wearing a skirt!), and Gabe and I will take a walk in a bit. Rain for the next four days, though, and as of now, they’re calling for showers on marathon day…

I think I used up my parentheses allotment in this entry. Better stop now.