AM: 7 miles
PM: 3.5 miles
All "easy" miles. I feel pretty good by the end of these runs, but man, I am just so freaking tired. Partly the disease, partly a side effect of the treatment for the disease, and partly I just am so stressed out from work that I am not sleeping -- this too shall pass -- I hope at least 2/3 willl :)
So, last night Dean was out very late. I won't go into details but it involved students, a bar, and an eventual taxi ride home. Luckily, he doesn't do this very often, and he called (and took a taxi home), so he is forgiven :). Anyway - I was going to bed and found a scorpion in the hallway right outside our bedroom doorway. This is the second one in that very spot in 2 weeks -- but last time Dean caught it and threw it outside (I ask him to do this as even though I don't like them, I don't like killing them) -- I think I need to sweep my hallway, I wonder if they came in on the ball of dust that was next to them? (ha ha). Anyway, I debated for a few minutes about whether or not I could just go to bed and forget it was there. But, then I thought, "probably not" (I would likely have dreams about it climbing into my bed), and I did not want to chance Dean stepping on it when he got home - especially if he took his shoes off before he came into the bedroom. So, I sort of freaked out (stood and hyperventilated) and then went to the kitchen to get the "scorpion removal kit" -- a tupperware bowl and lightweight (thin) magazine (I think it was my insurace booklet from my work). Then I sort of stood there and looked at the scorpion before emiting a tiny little scream and putting the bowl on top of him/her. Well, he/she escaped and started running (crawling sounds like too slow of a description) down the hall and towards my bedroom. I screamed more loudly this time -- loudly enough that all the animals came running to see what was up (two large dogs and a cat). One of the dogs, Jake, saw the scorpion and started toward it, and I screamed (a little too loudly I think, in retrospect) for him to stop and sit. So, they all sat. and were just watching the scorpion run around. I put the bowl (more firmly this time) on top of it and then all four of us just stood and stared at the bowl, while the scorpion ran around underneath. Reality TV at its finest, I tell you. The animals continued to watch me as I (squealing the whole time mind you) slid the paper/pamphlet underneath the bowel. Then I stopped and we all stared some more, until I gathered enough courage to flip the bowel over -- luckily trapping the scorpion inside. I then firmly, and with great care, ran to the back down and threw everything outside -- quickly slid the door closed (a sliding glass door) - and hyperventilated some more while I watched the scorpion "scamper" (not really a good verb for what they do actually) away -- with my three pets standing right behind me, dogs tails wagging, and the cat sitting and staring. Apparently, I provided much needed entertainment for everyone last night ... but, unfortunately, after all that screaming, hyperventilating, and running, I was wide awake :). THIS is why people shouldn't drink, they should, instead, stay home to take care of errent vemonous creatures that might be lurking in every corner. Let this be a lesson to you all.
Happy weekend, bloggers.
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