Thanksgiving has come and gone and as is the case most years, I realized I’ve done nothing to prepare for Christmas. Thanksgiving weekend is always a nice little break but includes a panic attack when I realize how little time there is to get the holiday stuff done. I swear I will become one of those people who Christmas shop during the summer at some point in my life.
Thanksgiving was slighting marred this year by a daycare virus. This is not a scientific term, but just what I call these little illnesses I seem to get ever since I had Jasper. They seem to be a fast onset of fever and general misery, but it only lasts 24 hours or so. But it’s an intense high fever that renders me useless. Mark and I had a lovely long run on Thanksgiving morning. It was chilly and I couldn’t stop shivering when I got home. I realized this was chills and yep…fever was not far behind. I was very thankful that Mike’s Thanksgiving request was I not spend all day in the kitchen, and focus on family time instead, so I pre-ordered a really tasty dinner from Central Market. Turned out very handy to have dinner already made so I could be an invalid. Good news is at this point (Friday night) I am almost 100% normal. Bad part is I feel I wasted a precious extra day off being an invalid. I slept for two hours during Jasper’s nap. I haven’t done that since he was born. It felt soooo good. Life is just better with naps.
I’ll probably write a longer post about it later, when I finish reading it, but if you read only one book about running, read Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. If someone asked me “how does running fit into your life and what does it mean to you?, I would just give them this book. Anyhow…more to come to try to entice everyone to read this book!
We are still enjoying the mini-chocolate soufflés Mike’s mom sent. It’s just so hard not to heat one of those little bits of heaven up, when I know they are just waiting for me in the freezer. The take about 15 minutes to heat. The other night I popped one in the oven, did my 15 minute core routine then, settled in to enjoy a soufflé. Yes, I actually did core work while a chocolate soufflé was cooking. I realize how crazy that seems. I really should not keep desserts in the house.
Off to read….then sleeeeeep.