A month later...

Things have been a little crazy since my last post. Where should I start?

1. Got water installed in the house.
2. I got the cats fixed.
3. Started work.
4. Moved in to the new house.
5. Replaced the starter in my car.
6. Unpacked.
7. Entertained two weekends in a row.
8. Ran a bad 5k.
9. Took one cat back to the vet for a booster shot.
10. Started doing work on the house.
11. Contracted a virus on my laptop. It's pretty much dead.

Needless to say, I've been busy. Too busy to do a lot of things. I leave home around 6:45 every morning, and get home around 6:15 at night. By the time I fix supper and straighten up, it's time for bed! But I'm doing my best to get back into a schedule of running, and relaxing, and spending some time watching tv and vegging.

And here's my funny story for the day. I get home, get changed, and step onto the treadmill. All well and good, right? I'm going to run. Except that Sam, the cuddle monster, decides that he wants to get on with me and wrap himself around my ankles. And then lay down. On the treadmill. I got off, thinking he would follow me. Nope. So what else could I do? I programmed it for the time I wanted, and turned it on. (Note: when it starts, it's only going .5 miles/hour.) He slid right off the back and stood there until I got it up to speed and started running. And then Alice, Little Miss Spastic, wedges herself in between the treadmill and some boxes and proceeds to chase my shadow for 20 minutes. But it wasn't going very far, so she spent a lot of time jumping back and forth onto it. And such is my life. Cats who get in my way when I want to run. (Another note: when I got done, they both fell asleep. Go figure!)