MrsSnark - welcome aboard!
michele - glad to hear Jozi is okay, and that the kitty is doing better! Congrats on your new niece!
allison - the Culley story had me laughing; I know it was stressful for him but your description was priceless. Hope the sinus stuff stops at your head.
I have to say, "haboob" got me curious enough to fire up Google. What a name!
saef - work seems to be eating more than its allotted percentage of your life lately. I hope it settles down for you soon (after the Ballmer thing gets settled, at least). Any chance the elbow thing is related to the increased keyboard time? I have to be ridiculously finicky with my ergonomics or my neck/shoulder stuff flares up in ugly ways. Re bunnies - personalities roam the spectrum, just like other animals. And that's yet another darn good reason for adopting from a shelter, as they know who loves to sit in laps, who wants to be picked up, and who prefers to be left alone. Alcide is our little tyrant, but loves pampering, and Jamie will cuddle for treats yet becomes a lunatic if picked up.
dagmar - here's to hoping you get your coffee and newspaper today! I am in awe of your ability to re-do decorating decisions swiftly.
shannon - sorry about the loss of your uncle James. Sounds like he was a good guy.
Jen - distance runners and bagels seem to go together. After spending the summer training with some folks that routinely log 70-80 miles per week, I've begun to believe they are darn near a staple food.
Want to dish on any of the details of the zucchini casserole? I need some fresh ideas!
bargoo - good to see you posting. I hope that soon you'll be feeling up to having some fuzzy companionship; Allison's idea of visiting a shelter might be a great option.
megan - trying to send some sunshine your way. I'd love to trade you a full day of sun for a full day of rain!
I have to say that the whole People Chow/Soylent discussion freaked me out a little. I cannot imagine a life without the intrigue of new foods. It's sort of like talking to my friend in California (he started life as a Midwesterner) - he says hello, I ask how the weather is, and he replies every time "Sunny and 75, $#@^*".
Did the 10-Mile yesterday with DS14. In true "I'm immortal" teen fashion, he thought he could do it without training for it. About 4 1/2 miles in, he discovered the truth. I pondered the fork in the road for a moment, and chose to sacrifice what potentially could have been a dynamite time for getting DS through it on a happy note. We did a lot of walking. I confess, I did bail on him at the last half mile and ran full out for the finish. He tried to catch me, unsuccessfully.
From here on out, I intend to keep working on the running, but only at the 5k level. It's long enough to qualify as exercise, but short enough not become a drudge (or trudge?).
My galpal and I went for a post-race pedicure. We went for the Deluxe, which included a calf massage, paraffin foot dip, and all the other basics. I think it's why my feet and legs don't hurt at all today. Between that and my freshly polished metallic purple toes, I have only good memories of race day.