Nifty

I always am absolutely terrible about “remembering” girly things, like when to get my hair done. Maybe it was that stretch in college, where I went about four years with only a couple of haircuts of any kind, but now I only think about doing it when it starts becoming glaringly obvious that I’m in need of something…and then it takes me another month or two to get around to making an appointment.

My new salon took my email address, and they just sent me a reminder that it’s time for a haircut. Cool. And I can book it online! Perfect for the geeky girl!

Eric is in Mexico. With the exception of the couple of days before he left, I’m staying pretty calm about it. After all, he’s just over the border from Texas (they’re actually staying in Texas and just crossing the border in the mornings), which is pretty darn far from Mexico City, where most of the flu is hitting. He’ll be fine, I think. Hot and fine; apparently, it was about 100 degrees when he landed. And here I thought that our 70 degrees at 6 AM was impressive. (Yes, I have sympathy for you guys in warmer climes, but I’m in Wisconsin, and warmth can be novel.)

Two more runs left before the race. I’m going to have to have my inner drill sergeant scream at me to slow down for them, but otherwise, I feel eerily relaxed. Planning a week of healthful eating, too; Eric went all bug-eyed when the groceries arrived on Saturday and he saw All The Produce, but I intend to eat clean, with lots of good carbs and lean proteins. I don’t want anything throwing me off now! More soups coming, too; I’m going to start roasting some peppers for a Roasted Pepper Soup as soon as I post this, and I’ll eat it from another cooked acorn squash bowl. Mmmm.

In unrelated news, I worked a shift in the infant nursery in church yesterday, which was lots of fun, and yet even as I snuggled the tiny little daughter of our youth pastor (so wee!), it was such a different feeling than I used to get pre-Sam and pre-Gabe. Back then, my uterus would have been screaming in demand every time she smiled one of her little sleep-grins. Now, it’s more like I want to just inhale the scent of her scalp for the hour…and then hand her back to her mommy and walk off with my diaper-bag-free arms. I think we’re really, honestly done, and that’s a great feeling. I like having things settled. Nursery shifts are a great test, and I feel like I “passed.”