I'll admit, I'm cheating a little here. I'm not typing this on Sunday morning, I'm typing it at 9:00 on Saturday night. I decided to try a little read-a-thoning this evening after a long day of kid activities, and I know there is no way I'll be up early enough to write anything civilized. I needed a little reading break anyway.
This has been a busy week (Don't I sound like a broken record every Sunday??). I had a child home sick for 3.5 days, and even though he is fairly self-sufficient, he still requires occasional watering and feeding. I had some meetings at school. My daughter had a Cross Country meet after school on Wednesday. Plus all that normal stuff (football practices, workouts, etc.). Another CC meet on Saturday, another football game (last of the season, another shut out, and we are headed into playoffs as the #1 seed).
I had a phenomenal 9-mile run on Saturday morning. I have been experimenting with the routine, and I may have found something that works for these longer runs. Pasta and no alcohol the night before, an early night to bed, lots of water before bed and the next morning, getting up early enough for real food (steel cut oatmeal, half a banana), and some cooler weather. I've also been using these energy gels at the one-hour mark, and also hiding water in somebody's bushes at the one-hour mark (the kids think this is just bizarre but is totally necessary). I don't know, maybe the moons were just aligned, but I felt great. We will continue to run 9 for the month of October, then tackle mile 10 in November. You guys probably don't care too much about this, but I'm learning a lot about the training process and I'm feeling chatty about it. May do a post on it at some point, because I have some great books on the subject.
I've also had some distraction and stress this week from teenager-dom. Lots of drama and angst and rage and emotion all came pounding down this week at the same time and I'm really pretty tired from it. So when do the aliens leave their bodies, give me my children back and return to the mothership? Holy moly people. I'm like a wet, sad, discarded dishrag.
So my reading is limping along. I finished "Shine Shine Shine" on audio. I'm still processing that one. I loved Joshilyn Jackson as the narrator, but still shaking my head over the story, and not sure I totally get it. I'm now about halfway through the amazing Amanda Kyle Williams' second installment in her murder mystery series called "The Stranger in the Room". I'm totally digging her style.
In print, I wrapped up "The Unfinished Life of Elizabeth D." by Nichole Bernier, and am currently working my way through the delightfully creepy "The House Next Door" by Anne Rivers Siddons. I think I was convinced to scare the crap out of myself and read this by the effervescent Raych. No one can do a sales job like her. And what a book, but I'm not so sure I should be sitting at my parents' house, in the quiet and dark, reading about a house that kills. But maybe I'm just being a weenie.
Plans for tomorrow? Church, to exorcise all the evil brought upon me by this book. Driving my daughter to the animal shelter (because my presence is no longer desired). A little run maybe. And some sleeping.
And now back to malevolent televisions and dead puppies.