Once again my not-so-precious of a computer is in the hospital – this time it’s a complete brain transplant. I’m not really happy about the situation, so I’ll put down my sledge hammer and move on to other things.
Tomorrow morning I leave for San Diego – the surrealism is wearing off and for some reason it’s just hitting me today – I’m running a marathon on Sunday. As I said before, I’m not really sure what to expect with this race. I’m excited that my sister Amy is flying in from Indiana to watch the race and spend the weekend with me. She’s also put herself in charge of driving our rental car, I’m not sure why but she’s insisted on it. My goals for this marathon are to have fun and drink a post-marathon martini. I’m certain I will accomplish both. I didn’t see anywhere that the race offered an online runner tracking thing, but anyhow – my bib number is 10346.
After I finished my packing this morning, I went out to check on my feathered children only to find an empty nest. The heathens left without even a goodbye. Is that what I get for being their appointed guardian and personal photographer?!? Where’s the love? Oh well. As any good mother I’m happy they found their way into the world as functioning adult baby birds and not as omelets.