Tuesday, September 06, 2016

I'll Tell You What I DON'T Want To Bring...

I just got back from a late night run.  A tree branch scratched me in the head.  Or on the head, rather.  The running is feeling good.  I want to get back to my long runs of '08, but I'm not sure I have the time for it.  Back then I used to run for like 2 hours at a time, but now I'm lucky if I can scrape together 45 minutes, and to do that I usually need to go before 6AM or after 9PM.

It's been weird lately, but not necessarily in a bad way.  The Dude has started Pre-K at the local Baltimore City Public School, which is 5 days a week, and he wears a little uniform, and it's a little bit less cushy than his old preschool was.  So he's still adjusting.  The days all start with him saying he doesn't want to go and end with him saying he had a great day.  And he likes his teachers, which counts for a lot.

My Dad has had some health issues lately, which is kinda sucky.  I've been watching these old Super 8 home movies that my grandpa took in the 50's and 60's that I copied to my computer while we were on vacation.  It's weird to see movies of my dad when he was in his teens and 20's and now think of him has a nearly 80-year-old.

I haven't had anymore million dollar ideas.  Believe me, you'll be the first to know when I do.

I could go for a G&T, but I worry it would send me right back to drinking them every night, and that wouldn't help the current kick I'm on.

Been re-reading an old fantasy book I read when I was 12 or 13.  A fun little stroll down memory avenue.  Or street.