One would think now that Olympic Men's Swimming is over and I've mopped up the pile of drool from in front of the television, I would have been attending to my other addiction, which is talking about myself and my honey on the blog. Well, this pesky thing called WORK kept me busy the past couple of weeks. But now it's Friday and we're heading to my summer work party tonight to observe completely inappropriate colleague behavior (and document it with the Canon) and head to Galesburg tomorrow. And I will run 16 miles among the corn and/or soybean fields, graceful and aware gazelle-style, in an attempt to avoid a collision with any pickup trucks sporting some kind of wolf or deer mural and/or Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes fame) urinating on a Chevy (or Ford) symbol in their back window.I won my jury trial. The one that made me have a breakdown on Kieran's birthday on Monday. Yay. She's outta my life hopefully forever (but for as long as I work in a drug courtroom, the odds are favorable that I will see the same clients again... it's happened twice, so far).
We had dinner last night at Harry Carey's Steakhouse for Kieran's birthday dinner. Delish. I easily ate my weight in food and almost had to ride home with my pants unbuttoned.
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Thanks for the race wishes. I hope my next one goes better. My MP3 player died on me before I started, had to make a pit stop, humidity got the better of me. I think I can shave off another 2-3 minutes on the next one!
How was the 'Burg?
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