We left cool and rainy Seattle yesterday, where everything is so waterlogged that slugs and other huge, unidentified gelatinous invertebrates attempt to get out of the earth and on to sidewalks, making a simple walk an exercise in goo avoidance. There were some spectacular snails with bright yellow shells, a wealth of ducks and other birds. The place is just gorgeous.


But now we are home and yours truly is in a full fibromyalgia attack, thanks to the plane trip and the change in time zones. Today's training program has been put on hold, but tomorrow is another day, thank God. My mental fog is such that when I went to the store, planning to stock up on meats, I got everything but. It doesn't matter that much since we are having crispy baked shrimp á la Jamie Oliver, however, as I said, tomorrow is another day...at the store. Off I go now to soothe my aching self with a good dose of Advil and to unpack my nifty running clothes, á la Target.