Well, I think the little guys’ fever finally broke around 1pm last night. He seemed to get cooler and he fell asleep (thank you!) and slept till about 6:30 this morning. Of course before that he threw up all over are bed, and cried miserably from about 10 to 11:30. Poor Mr. Moo.
In running news, I ran 3.5 this morning (stumbled is a more accurate report of my form) because I’ve started to FREAKING PANIC about my half is T-minus nine days. I’ve been sick for two weeks, and now I have got to run me eleven miles Sunday. Without, hurling or succumbing to diarrhea. Non-running diarrhea. TMI? No problem, anytime.
Holy Kitty Cats Batman! I finished the Month of Softies, three hours under the wire.
Letâ€™s not tell the world that the bottom of that tree is stuffed with socks because we ran out of stuffingâ€¦..oops.
When I was young, I loved to climb trees. High in the Sky apple pie trees. Up, up and away from my younger siblings. I’d take the book of the moment, most often a Nancy Drew mystery, to the highest spot and read out of the reach of grubby little fingers.
Sometimes I would just lounge in the tree listening to the wind blow through the leaves, is there anything more relaxing?
I’m represented here by the monkey, she needs a little work, but then I thought that was perfect, because we all need a little work, and after all it was more about the tree for me.
The tree is a little whimsical, but then, so are my childhood memories. I used the template I made for this tree, and I really like the effect. Someone, might be getting this as a birthday present, it might not be a surprise if she is reading this!