Yesterday I woke up to pouring rain, a headache, sore throat. I guess that's why I'd been so tired the day before. I actually had to call Josse to cancel our run. It's such a charity run for her, but I missed it. I went to work to get a few things done in the morning, but came home and laid in bed. Later in the day I felt a little better. This morning I slept in (got 11 hours of sleep) and woke up better, but still tired. It's Good Friday and I am filled with thoughts of many Semana Santas past. Easter has always been a special time for me. I'm overwhelmed with feelings this weekend. Being tired and sick makes me more sensitive. I ran late in the afternoon, not feeling my best, but was glad to be outside There was a warm wind and the trees are budded with green nobs. There's a little section close to the house I've always think looks like a party in Spring. It's about 50 feet of wild choke cherry and crab apple trees that line the trail and form a flowered canopy overhead. Today, the budded branches looked like they were about to explode like tiny popcorn kernals. On this Good Friday, I was dreaming of the many Easter's I've spent in Baja looking for and later in life hiding Easter Eggs in the sand dunes. I was contimplating the last Easter I was there 3 years ago for the last time. It seems like a million years ago. | 