Not that there’s nothing going on; it’s just that most of it is “second verse, same as the first” type stuff. The kids are back in school following their break, and that’s going well. (Whoops, I have to get a tee-shirt to take in for Gabe’s preschool graduation ceremony that I’m “not allowed to know about!”) Sam has a field trip to a Renaissance Fair tomorrow, as a kickoff to their grade’s big unit study of the Renaissance period, and Eric and I got the same cocked brow when we heard about it. I’ve decided to view it along the lines of a celebratory party instead of believing that the teachers can possibly have any thought that this is educational or in any way historically accurate. (Have to remember to send along money for Ye Olde Chicken Nuggets and Lemonade.)
I was pretty beat up following the half-marathon on Saturday, and I rounded it off with a stupid decision not to take along water for my 10-mile recovery run the next day, on a relatively warm afternoon. Needless to say, I wasn’t feeling at the top of my game for a couple of days after that. Maybe that’ll fill my quota for self-inflicted damage for a while? Crossing fingers and eyeing the toes that by all rights should have surrendered and fallen clean off my feet, for all the times I’ve rammed them them into solid objects…
Got an appointment in a few hours with some fence repair folks. Ours is sagging and pulling away from the posts in the back, a few of which (according to the folks who came yesterday to give an estimate) are broken themselves. This will be the second estimate; I sure do hope it’s a lower number than the one we got yesterday, which made Eric mutter some very choice words. If we keep getting high numbers, I get the feeling it’ll be just us and a drill out there, showing off our very best kludgemanship.
::hugs::