day 109

nice day to chillax, but work bekons. Grey, 47 degs-GREAT running weather, but...(heavy sigh) not to be.

Elliped this am, STILL not as good as a run, but keeps one from totally losing it.

Days like this hurt. LOTS of fun yesterday, but again, it all falls on me. Times like this make it tough to tow the line, i.e. Stoney's stuck @ his computer 'til 10 minutes after bedtime, I get to play badguy. In the process, he whines about the dog refusing to come in. Of course @ this point I remind him of who wanted the dog, yet never walks him, rather, throws him into the backyard I mow, yet they that wanted the beast never clean up after it.

Imagine being charged with working for a living, add to this home maintenance, bill paying, child rearing, entertainment director. Yes, it is very difficult. And throughout all this, It calls repeatedly like a fly on the wall-critiquing everything/subverting all efforts, while bringing absolutely nothing to the table.