It is the 11th anniversary of September 11th (duh). I can tell you exactly what I did that day and perhaps, will never forget what I did that day. Isn't that strange? Another weird thing? Every year on 9/11, the weather is perfect. Why is that? Its almost like God saying "Since such a shitty thing happened in US history on this day, I'll give you some kickass weather. No need to thank me. This one is on the house."
My mother-in-law is here today. Thank you Jesus for Pat. I have been able to walk the dog, take the car in to get the wonky tire fixed, made a BLT, did 2 loads of laundry AND played on the computer. I'm so lucky. Also, Pat LERVS holding Beau. So, I don't feel guilty with her help.
I've been contemplating running again. Once I get the go ahead from the doctor (6 weeks post op), I may just strap on the old running shoes. The only concern is my boobs. Yes. The boobs. My utters. They are super big right now. NOT ideal for running, no matter the breast harness holding them in place. I'll keep you posted.
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