Monday: Run

This morning, I was up early to run with my running group for the Fourth of July.  We had a great run.  I am so slow and so prone to stopping at available port-a-johns, that there was a time that I went it alone, but I so enjoyed hopping along and actually getting in 7 miles.  I had great talks and visits and ate a whole lot of watermelon.  There is a slight possibility that I ate an entire watermelon today, now that I think about it.  

At home, I had eggs, a small potato chip meltdown and bided my time while needlepointing for Ivan to take his nap.  Once he did, I got in bed and read a bit before SLEEPING FOR FOUR HOURS.  This most likely makes me completely nocturnal, and I have for sure ruined my sleep for a week.  Once awaking, I staggered around pulling myself together to go watch Ivan briefly at a pool party, before packing and getting home for friends to come and watch fireworks.

You know, when you sleep for four hours, you do not get to clean up your house.  The kitchen might be a wreck, your son may be dressed half in pajamas and half in a swimsuit and you have no idea when anyone took him to the potty.  

I am clearly COMPLETELY cut out for the night shift, with my sleeping.  Last night, while I was awake at odd times, I finished my biography of Cornelius Vanderbilt, and as a general rule, I only have good things to say.  Review to follow.