…(’cause it sure feels like that sometimes)…I’ll write about something else. Like how disgustingly good it feels to run when you’re in the third or fourth or fifth mile and you’ve gotten past the REALLY tight calves and you’re running slightly downhill and “Under Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie starts to play and you’re singing along (through the panting) and you know you’re hungry, but it’s not that long before John will be home and you can hug him (I can hug him – nobody gave you permission), but maybe not until after the shower ’cause no one appreciates a sweaty hug (and did I mention that my fifth mile is mostly downhill and I was flying?), and then we’ll grill hot dogs for dinner. ‘Cause it’s spring! Close enough, anyway. It was 63 degrees out when I left the house to run this evening.
I finished The Road the other day (Sunday, I think). I know Mom and Dad thought it was the most depressing thing they’ve ever read, but I liked it. Yes, it was a bit (a lot) depressing, but that doesn’t make it a bad book. I definitely want to see the movie. And now I’m re-reading Bel Canto. I love it. It’s beautiful, it’s lyrical, and all of a sudden I feel like I’m in a Frank Sinatra song (“You’re much to much, and just too very very to ever be in Webster’s dictionary”). Anyway, I love it.