Farrrrkkkkkkk!

Fark!  I left my makeup bag at work today!!!  Tomorrow is going to be ugly.  Literally.

The cat is really struggling (she is 17 and had her ear amputated last week).  It is funny (and not in an amusing way) how you take the little things for granted.  Cats LOVE to groom (bit like me) - poor Stone cannot get her paws to her mouth because of her "Cone of Silence" as it has become known.  So we are doing hourly bed baths.  Cats are clean creatures and don't like their Snappy Tom around their Cone of Silence.  I guess I may never have to look after elderly parents on account of eloping overseas, but I may be in charge of a Aged Cat with dribbling issues.  Her purrbox is still working though, and she is now sleeping on my bed (totally unheard of before) and snuggling up.  I just need to make sure the Snappy Tom is all wiped up before bedtime....urghhh!!



Running.  Well, on Sunday I thought a "long" run would be in order.  I managed 9km.  Which is "longer" than my weekday runs.  But not quite adequate.  Where is my mojo?  The realisation that I am shite really has taken away any great urge to do anything other than plod along.  Plus all my running friends are dropping like flies.  Moving overseas, moving to ski fields, breaking legs, finding God, getting boyfriends, it is criminal.  The Back of the Pack is just me and some woman who goes on about Cane Toads.  Give me 26km of THAT I TELL YOU.

Anyway, last two weeks I have managed 4 runs per week, which is pretty good given the travel, and the getting accustomed to new job, as well as working longer hours.  So 4 runs is ok.  I am getting up at 5.30 every morning which kinda shatters me at the weekend.  I don't have to do this, but it gets my run out of the way and I really like the way my day goes after a morning run.

This week, I hope to maintain the 4 runs but make the "long" run longer.  I need a running partner for the weekends.  But not Cane Toad lady.