So. Aside from the article that continues to refuse to write itself, and the (now from multiple kids) barfing in my house, the other worrisome component in my life is this left knee. I think it’s better, I think. I’ve been running 3 miles or so, every other day, for about 2 weeks. I’ve iced… Continue reading recovery
I’ve had my butt glued to this office chair for about 12 hours straight today (well, of course I did take and pick up little-J from school, the two big kids from piano lessons, and run to the grocery store–but when I’ve been in my house today I’ve been glued to this chair). I’m still… Continue reading because I only blog when someone barfs
I’ve been preoccupied with: jail. In the last two weeks, jail and possible-jail have entered my life (not for me, of course, but for someone close). It’s raised a couple of issues for me: 1) it seems like if a person had any sense it should be really easy to stay OUT of jail; and… Continue reading on not-blogging
Chick with the Orange Running Hat blogs, in two parts, her Boston marathon (in which I believe she PRs). Mommy, PhD posts Annabelle’s birth story. Lee captures the story of my life every morning.
I just want to offer a quick excuse for my silence here as of late: This week was the kids’ spring break, and my family left me. Well, didn’t *leave me* leave me, but everyone but me traveled south to my mom’s. I have been alone for almost an entire week. I was supposed to… Continue reading an explanation
The melancholia hangs on. H is still spending her days on the couch, shivering under a blanket, her eyes bloodshot and her energy nil. Little J is better-ish–not as hot but still sluggish and cranky like a grizzly who woke early to find the stream still frozen and no fish to be had. Or like… Continue reading this is not a post about how I hate snow
Again, I have sick kids. Big J with his allergies. H and little J both running fevers–little J’s fever scarily high, especially at night, so for two nights I’ve done a lot of half-sleeping, sponge-bathing, motrin-administering, and a lot of worrying. Add to this: papers to read, a book chapter to write, clases to run,… Continue reading fever