Yesterday evening my Mom came down and we went out to dinner. After we got home, my S and I watched UNC-Duke on TV. He had a meltdown over that devastating loss. It was kind of funny, I'll have to admit. I've never seen him be that passionate about any sporting event. But he was ticked! Not that I was happy. I had an almost-11 year old throwing pillows, stripping off his UNC sweatshirt, and the tirade went on for awhile.
This morning it was in the upper 20s and I got in a 3 mile run. That's my third run this week. I've felt really blessed that I've been able to run this much this week.
There's a chance I will see my W tonight when she comes to pick up my S. I think my ambivalence toward my situation is rebuilding a bit. It's actually on a bit of a roller coaster of its own.
Not that I was happy. 
I had an almost-11 year old throwing pillows, stripping off his UNC sweatshirt, and the tirade went on for awhile.
I've felt really blessed that I've been able to run this much this week.
