So I've been back from our incredible trip to Europe for over a week now. And last weekend I ran another trail 50K that will easily go down as one of my favorite races ever. Basically, I've been having the most fabulous summer on record so far but right now I'm too cranky and tired to write about any of it because it's approximately elventy hundred and sixteen degrees. Or something close to that.
It's nearly triple digits here in Sweet Home Milwaukee once again and we live in a a hundred-plus-year-old house without central air. Lately Juliana and I have been hiding out in the attic with the window a/c unit watching episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer all day- which is really kind of awesome except for the fact that I'm the type of person who hates being unproductive. I feel lazy. And blobby. And HOT.
In the grand scheme of things, my suffering is minimal, I know. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I was putting on my pouty pants every morning when I wake up and look at the forecast. Or my pouty shorts really.
London and Paris pics to come when I pull my sweaty head out of this funk.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
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