until It enters the hospital for either curing or the last time.
10 this am, evened out the weekend's 5k's. St.Francis + Teamquantumbrickwellfeet's 5k course. @ first the am looked dicey, was sprinkling @ Toxichouse, but per usual, when approaching Queens, nothing. Nice. Another Hooded sweatshirt/shorts am, 46 degs. Gotta acclimate, but don't wanna be uncomfortable. Odd that-when things were as normal as they ever were in Hicksville, didn't mind the cold as much. Now, I got enough crap in my life to last 5 lifetimes, not tolerating more than I gotta.
Knees holding up, ready to accept a shit pace for the sake of saving my knees. Do I wanna chase an unattainable dream, or run for years? Hmmmm.
Stoney's home from school-big surprise. Never eats veggies, never exercises, jeeeeez.
Tonight, out for dinner. Boys night out. The team heard about birthday @ Toxichouse (not one fucking gift, feel so rewarded when I pay the mortgage) they're taking me for "after eating this you'll have a stroke" steak. Ruth's Chris or Smith & Wollensky. Bless 'em.
***Can a week pass more quickly??? Made the mistake of occupying the same space as Shebitch-BIG error. It went shopping last night, brought home chicken, and...are you sitting...I cooked it! Bastard aren't I? For this I get torn yet another new one. Among other choice things, I'm told I'm cheap, I'm________ just fill in your favorite expletive. Follow this by a litany of "my my my," as in a distinct and clear seperation of belongings here. Great example for a kid n'est pas??? As in "the chicken wasn't for you, you cooked MY chicken." Amazing. Utterly amazing. And no, I didn't respond with "You're using my electricity, in my house, watching my cable."
Yin/Yang: Tom called. Bless him, paid for the bus to the start of the marathon.
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