Moving a month before the wedding, and now car problems 4 days before moving day.

The universe has a strange sense of humor sometimes.

There's an outdoor flea market near our neighborhood that takes place monthly. After coffee and french toast this morning, we took the dogs and headed out. It's a little over a mile away, which ends up being a pretty good walk for the dogs.

I found some embroidered hankerchiefs, old table cloths, and a sweet flower painting.

I just got new glasses this week.


I'm pretty sure I channel my mom, circa 1968, just a little.

I started with a goal a little over 6 weeks ago to work out 3 times a week over the course of 9 weeks leading up to a 5k. For the most part, it's been a success! Some weeks I worked out 4 times, and a couple I've just managed to make it to my bi-weekly cardio boot camp, so it kind of balances itself out.

I think the biggest thing I've learned is that on the days when I least feel like working out, those are the days when I need it most. One day in particular during finals week was rough. I'd stayed up late working on a paper on Friday night. I woke up Saturday morning, and proceeded to spend the next 6 hours typing a final paper. My back and neck hurt, and all I felt like was laying on the couch to recover, with perhaps the new Oprah magazine or a glass of wine. Instead, I grabbed the two dogs and headed outside. We went on a fairly long run (for me) that day, and I remember walking back into the apartment thinking what terriffic therapy it was.