I guess I was awake anyway, and getting up at 5:15 is something I need to start getting used to, but I wasn’t ready for that this morning. I heard something, and pretty soon after that something resolved into the sound of Roxy convulsing. I dashed downstairs and found her under the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs. Poor thing. I pulled the gate off of her, made sure her head was free, and waited it out. It was a normal seizure, no cluster this time, and she took her usual half hour to shake it off.
We were both up and irretrievably awake, so running, breakfast, and getting to work all happened a little earlier than usual. Not a bad thing, I guess. We took the dogs for a long walk yesterday afternoon (I really like taking walks with John. And the dogs. I need to convince him that we should make it a habit. Even if it’s just a weekend habit. I like it.), so my legs weren’t completely unprepared for this morning’s run. I was a little stiff, but it felt really good. Best thing? It wasn’t cold. Yay!