Today has not been a good day. There is still tons of snow on the ground--the high was supposed to be 13 degrees today, so it doesn't look like it will be melting anytime soon, either (plus we are supposed to get more come Tuesday--yippee!). Spring will not get here soon enough for my tastes! The only thing I can feel good about today is that I worked out--and that's only because G shamed me into it (he ran 7 miles yesterday, and was planning to run another 5 miles today--how could I stay home on my fat ass and be able to raise my head?).
G and I went to dinner and a movie last night. We were able to do this because of the Christmas generosity of our Kris Kringle. We enjoyed the meal and the movie, tyvm. I think I enjoyed the meal more than G, but the movie was better than even I had anticipated (I've been touting the movie for the past month). I'm glad it finally made its way to Mansfield.
I didn't sleep well at all, though. I had dreams about explosions and violence that woke me up with racing heart. Then this morning I had a dream that my brother was telling me that Kathy had died during an operation. The overpowering feeling of grief woke me up and remembering that it's really true--that she really is gone made me feel as though someone had punched me in the stomach. Not really the best way to start the day.
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That is a bad way to start the day. I hope you get up on the right side tomorrow.
What movie did you see, btw?
Today wasn't a much better start--I overslept and my back didn't appreciate it.
We went to see Slumdog Millionaire. Have you seen it yet? Both G and I really liked it--it's the best movie I've seen in a long time.
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