1. Weather permitting, I’m shipping out tomorrow, headed for San Diego and the Carlsbad Marathon with Meg, Jill, and Tara! Actually I’m doing the half. The desire to run a marathon just isn’t there. The fact that I am in no shape for a marathon, especially since the whole ruptured hamstring fiasco, may have something to do with that.
2. They just announced a winter storm advisory for the Chi-Town area. Apparently several inches of snow are on the way, arriving mostly tomorrow. Dear Mother Nature: I never hardly ever complain when you pull your sub-zero tricks but I NEED to get out of town tomorrow. So if you could please hold off on your snow shenanigans until I do so, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you in advance. That is all.
3. Guilt. I haven’t gone on a girls’ weekend since 8/10. Yet I am struggling with major guilt of leaving the family for a long weekend. I’ve made exhaustive lists, stocked the house with food, made all sorts of after-school arrangements, etc. I’m getting no minimal pressure not to go (Thing 2 is a master guilt-trip layer), and I know the Caveman, the kids and dogs will be fine. Yet I feel the pressure and guilt building.
