Where is Able?

Indeed...a very good question! She has been a number of places in the last week. Like these places...

Hatching plans. Hatching plans. (Boohawhawhaw...rubbing hands together)

Sick as a Dog who has a really, really bad cold. In bed. For evah! With like the longest festering cold known to modern science. Call the CDC, we've got a mutant on our hands.

Spending time with the family. We had a very important family weekend, full of heart heavy topics such as the 10th anniversary of my mother's passing, and somewhat lighter topics like celebrating my 34th birthday (decidedly early I must add, but my sister and Dad can be very persuasive when holding presents labled 'Ann Taylor' and 'Ironman'), and on major transitions, like my Dad moving our family home (gasp!) to Williamsburg (like...um...TODAY).

Hatching plans. And more plans.

Shopping for a bike. (NO SERIOUSLY -- I'M SERIOUS! I'M GOING TO GET A NEW BIKE. BUT SHHHHHH DON'T TELL ANYONE!)

And there are things she has decidedly not been doing, but will start doing really soon. Like immediately. For example...

Grocery shopping for food. Like for the house. To EAT. When we're hungry. Which is often.

Laundry. Ew. And maybe some cleaning in there for good measure.

Running. I know there's a rule that anything below the neck can stop you from running, but anything above shouldn't. But when the above the neck gets crafty enough to give you a fever and sleep in cycles of 10 - 12 hours nonstop, that rule kinda doesn't apply. I'm down to just a runny nose and persistent cough and my running bag is right next to my office chair.

Posting. (Well, duh. You already knew that.)

Writing. About THE RACE. Although I haven't forgotten (how could I). And I have actually come up with most of the writing already. But it's in my head. And you're not Sylar. And, no, you can't eat my brains or do whatever he does. But I do promise a race report this week. And it will be good.

Biking or Swimming. Actually, Banana is still in the basement, with her wheel off and with a half chewed power bar in her bento. NO REALLY. Ew. I would feel guilty when walking past her. On the way to the laundry room. Of course, that would be if I were doing laundry. Ew squared.

So that's my update. More to come. Seriously. But it's Monday, and I'm barely three sips into my D&D coconut nectar of the gods. Today? My Race Plan and MAYBE my declaration of intent.

[Oh no, she di-ent! Oh yes she did!]

Patience is a virtue. (Not one that I really have, but that's what I hear on the block.)(Yo.)

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