YaYa and I were out and about when we spotted Santa hanging out at the nearby coffee shop. I went on over and made small talk ‘cuz, although it’s not even Halloween yet, it’s NEVER too early to get on Santa’s good side.

Ever since YaYa entered Catholic school, his chosen Halloween costume has required a collaboration of HIS imagination and MY sewing skills. I’m sure YaYa would agree that it’s not easy being creative when neither you or your mom has the skill set to support your ideas.

Imagine what must have been going through my head when YaYa announced that he and a group of kids at school had decided to all be various cereals.

I was somewhat relieved after being able to produce the costume of Buzz, the bee mascot for Honey Nut Cheerios. That is until he gave me this look.

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No matter how you look at it, it’s been a challenging week. A severely reduced level of exercise hasn’t helped. You see, I’ve continued to take it easy on my knee in hopes that I will finally be able to climb the stairs without feeling it tug. That has yet to happen. And yet, I have been SO in need of stress release.

On Thursday, after a work phone conversation got very tense, I was thrilled to reach for my running bag. I skipped out on the Halloween festivities and headed to the bathroom to change. Sadly, my run plans to run were halted. I had no footwear.

Today, I was finally able to cross off many of the items getting me all geared up this week. Of course that was AFTER sending a message to CMO Joe’s personal email account. I hate doing that but a girl’s gotta do what a girls gotta do — less she start biting more heads off.

I celebrated this little bit of accomplishment with a somewhat hard run down the tracks. When I returned to find new issues had rolled into my email queue, I simply laughed. I pulled off my run gear one by one and piled it on my desk. Then, while still in my sweaty running clothes, I got back to work.

When you put up a web, things happen. It blows to and fro. It gets hung up on things far from where you intended the web to reside. And stuff gets tangled up in it — like it or not.