I’d just finalized my sabotage post, was helping YaYa complete his final book report of the year, and also keep BoBo focused on his end of year projects and studies, when Cindy’s IM caught my attention. She was asking if I had run yet. I replied to indicate not yet, and soon we were making plans for run at 2:30 pm.
The plan was for YaYa to join us on his bicycle but, as luck would have it, YaYa hooked up with the neighbors for some pool time. They were happy to watch YaYa while I ran.
Soon, we were off to the hills for a glorious run. Without YaYa, we were free to take a more rugged route. We took a shaded trail up into the hills and around the resevoir. With a twinge and a tug here and there (a foot, a knee…), I was content to settle into a slower pace and enjoy the sights.
I returned to an invitation for dinner at the neighbor’s house followed by a soak in the hot tub. *sigh of relief*
Hours later, I woke up to the fact that we had not yet printed the color slides for BoBo’s “Dream Book.” I was frustrated to find that some of the photos that he had pasted in were not showing on the PC. While I reworked the slides, BoBo called Kinko’s to verify that they were still open 24 hours.
We were not alone; the parking lot was still showing the popularity of Kinko’s at 10 pm at night. It was a sign of closing out the school year with a bit of hard work.
Tea says
Ok, now THAT’s a tough run. What a beautiful picture though. WOW!
Javamom says
Awww…other then the dash to Kinko’s it sounds like a nice day!
darrell says
Looks like you got in a good run after all.
Don’t you just love last minute school projects?
Cindy J says
Great picture (for a cell phone). I’m stealing a copy! That was a very enjoyable run … thank you for your company Julie! We kept Ms Negativity at bay for another day at least.
Anne says
I’m just catching up since my vacation and I have to say, for someone who’s had quite a rollercoaster week, that sure is a big smile you’ve got there. Glad to see it.
And, yes, I am always amazed at who is in Kinko’s in the middle of the night. It’s comforting to know we aren’t the only family of procrastinators.