Saturday: Back in the Saddle

You know, I know that maybe everyone is tired of hearing me bang the Abraham Lincoln drum, but I honestly can't help myself.  Doris Kearns Goodwin is just KNOCKING IT OUT OF THE BALLPARK with Team of Rivals.  Here is the unfortunate impact all of my Lincoln reading is doing to me:  I feel like I know him personally and I almost cannot take it that he was assassinated, that he lost two children, that his wife was not more supportive, that he was so stressed during the Civil War.  Attempting to watch The Real Abraham Lincoln on the National Geographic Channel is breaking me.  There are four minutes left, the Lincolns have just left for Ford's Theatre, and I just cannot EVEN watch.  I have definitely Lincolned out this year.  I listened to Assassination Vacation, I read Rebel Giants and now Team of Rivals.

Just a little oddball information about my thought processes:  I keep several running lists.  Many of them involve food, some of them involve what I might do if I win the lottery, some of them involve what I might wear if invited to New York Fashion Week and one specific one is devoted to what I would do if I could time travel.  Now, when I read Loving Frank, my top time travel goal was to go back in time and strangle Frank Lloyd Wright, because he was just an ass hat in my humble opinion.  Now that I am immersed in the life of the greatest president of all time, I can only want to go back in time to administer antibiotics to Willie and at all costs stop John Wilkes Booth.

Now, I have seen John F. Kennedy assassinated 1000's of times in my life.  I sometimes resent the way that earth shattering film footage has been thrust upon my life in every history class or PBS documentary that ever was.  Maybe I have been inoculated against any deep feeling for the Kennedys based on my frequent viewing of their disastrous fates, but they just do not rend my heart like Lincoln.  The Lincolns break me.

Anyway, now that I have that off my chest.  I am still not sleeping in the way that I would like to be sleeping which I can only attribute to the fact that my hormones are probably about to WACK OUT.  I am a little concerned that at any time I may transform in a similar fashion to a werewolf, and go completely berzerko.  There is a possibility that I could eat through 25 chocolate bars, say nasty things and have a full on temper tantrum, though this really is not so different from my normal expectations of myself.  Any of the series are actually par for my course when I think about it, and, confession, I have eaten three chocolate bars in the past two days.

All that to say that I was up early this morning and I popped out for a 5 mile run, which went pretty well.  I was quite slow, and I was overdressed, but it felt good to be out on a crisp morning with a few new songs on my ipod.  At home, I had a smoothie and copious amounts of tea before heading to do some Christmas shopping and taking Ivan to ride his tricycle.  It has made for a lovely day.  Tomorrow, I am rather determined to go swimming and get through a Pure Barre workout.  If all goes well, Monday swim group is happening!!!