The View From Kalamazoo

My 2-year-old has begun learning the alphabet. He’s got A down. And thanks to many, many verbal spelling quizzes (during which he repeats the word I say, and every letter his sister spells. it’s like having an echo), he’s likely to know the whole 1st grade spelling compliment before he’s 3. Hehe haha.

MFA made it back to the gym yesterday. This was a mistake, but first: I skipped a month, and was hardly good about water or nutrition, but still only went up less than 2 lbs. Is it bad news that I gained, or good news that, despite my skipping breakfast and all of the bad-habit crap I used to do, I managed to keep it all within a modicum of control?

Now, the mistake part: I awoke with a sinus headache. Not any sinus headache, but one bad enough that I was queast from the pain. So I take my meds, eat bland-but-coating for the tum, and sally forth. I only made it 20 minutes into a half-hour workout before I stopped because my head was ready to explode all over the nice, new equipment. Did it get better once I quit exacerbating things? No, oh no. I eventually gave up and went home early to lay down in a darkened room and wish for death.

And I was greeted this morning by another, albeit less severe. (as well as a 7-year-old acting more like a 2-year-old than her brother, but I digress..) So no gym this morning – I don’t dare. I’ll sit here at my desk, trying to be vaguely prosuctive and hugging my ibuprofen bottle like a teddy bear. It’s gotta be the recent rains = mold. I’d want my mommy, except I know better – she’d probably be worse for it than the gym was. Oh well…

Oh, and the stars properly aligned, the earth began to move between the moon and the sun…and the Sox won. Well, there ya go.