I’m going to dye my hair red in a few minutes. No more blonde. On to something new.
Tonight: The Devil Makes Three in San Francisco. They’re one of my favorite bands — kind of rockabilly pirate music. I see they’re on iTunes — try The Plank on for size, and you’ll be hooked.
I’m deliciously sleepy right now. Full belly, because I choose to the run the right way — I came home from my run and iMEEJiately made a grilled cheese sammich because my GOD, I burned all those calories! Mustn’t waste away!
It’s my weekend. I have no brain cells. I’m inordinately tickled by the response the Runagogo thing has received. I totally just meant it, in the beginning, to be a few knitting runners keeping tabs on each other. Now it’s spiralled into a HUGE group of people, moving in whatever way they like (we even have a swimmer!), and encouraging each other. People are good.
And so are you. Have a lie-in this weekend if you can, huh? We’ve got our godson tomorrow, and I can’t to squeeze him ALL day. I’m going to see if he wants to ride Clara.
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