Took my brother's dog for a run today. His limit is 4 miles, apparently. A little past 4 miles, he sat down and tried to run the other way (like that was the direction of home). I decided to walk him the remaining mile home because I didn't want to kill someone else's dog. When we got closer I ran him so that my watch would hit 4.25 because I didn't want to log 4.07.
Then we waited and waited and waited for my brother's baby to be born. She finally was on Wed. night. Mom and baby are well. I saw them today (Thursday) and then we headed back home.
Took my SIL out to lunch on Tuesday. She's struggling mentally, but she is seeing a therapist, which is good. She had her ovaries removed Wednesday. She is doing well physically.. |