Is going to be alright.
Things are slowly calming down and making sense. Finally.
Okay, I may be exaggerating on the making sense bit. But things are definitely better.
Work is good. Busy but I’m not complaining. I barely have a moment at the office to breathe. That’s okay, though. Breathing is overrated. Coffee and Jeffrey Osborne are what it’s about.
Chris and I are good. Nothing a mojito or two couldn’t solve. It’s been a whole month without a date night. We finally had a moment or two without kids that didn’t involve the office. We had cocktails and dessert over a grown up dinner. Who can fuss over a good berry crisp?
I’ve been pleased with my runs. Nothing today. But moving forward, I’m optimistic that my pace will improve. As the heat subsides, I’ll have fewer excuses. With any luck, that will turn into extended mileage.
The kiddos are better. Katie’s cough is sticking around but we’re planning to take her to the doctor next week to get it looked at. Amy has her spots but little in the way of physical complaints – no blood in the urine that we’ve seen. I’ll take it. Charlie stayed home today, complaining of a tummy ache. I think he was mostly tired and wanted some daddy-time. He got a nap and lots of time with Chris. I think he’ll be okay.
So, all good. Well, mostly all good. My dad is having surgery. It’s scheduled for August 9. I have all kinds of mixed emotions about this but I’m focusing on the positive: he’ll get better. That’s the goal, anyhow.
