The Best Laid Plans...

You know how everything you think of during the night seems like something huge and terrible?  It occurred to me very early in the morning that I needed to run, do weights, clean the refrigerator, go to the store, and get ready to attend a luncheon to hear a friend who is going to speak on a subject I have absolutely no interest in whatsoever--some kind of fiscal reform, but these things come along every five minutes or so because the Mexican equivalent of the IRS just can't seem to squeeze enough money out of the tax payer and spends its time thinking up news ways to throttle us.  I'm only going to this thing because I've never heard my friend and compadre give a talk, and it is going to be entertaining, one way or another.  Besides, the food is pretty good.

I got up around four-thirty, which was okay because I went to sleep around eight-thirty last night.  I'm going to have to start drinking coffee later in the day, dang it.  Anyway, I went out to run before six, and the attendance was pretty sparse at the park.  There was practically no traffic, either, so it was quite nice.  Then I got home and did some weight work while watching a season of the The Sopranos, and my fridge is now clean.  I don't really need to go to the store until tomorrow, but these things loom like the end of the world during the night.  What should have loomed, but didn't, was the book I need to finish translating into Spanish, and the Italian conversation classes I need to arrange so I don't forget every single thing I'm learning for lack of use.

And the dog's hair is so long he looks a giant bouffant stuffed toy.  His hair salon appointment has been made.  Heck, he looks a lot better than I do.

There is a 5K here in March, and since it looks like I won't make it to Austin in February, I'll enroll in that one and won't have any excuses not to run it.  Or walk it, as the case may be.