Nic--I'm thinking of you and hoping that enough vitamins will knock out whatever is brewing in your system. Ack, what a terrible time to get sick!
Geo--I hope you're also feeling better and the antibiotics start having an effect. My mom was just talking about her doctor's concern about her blood pressure, which is always high at his office. He told her she needed to think about medication, and she responded "I don't have high blood pressure. It's just you." I guess she has her blood pressure taken at the gym, and it's much more normal than at the doctor's office. Like when you know they are observing your breathing and all of a sudden you can't figure out how to not gasp or wheeze.
Hello to new dingos! You'll feel like old dingos in no time at all.
Today I did some working out. I got to the gym too early to get into the pool--water aerobics messes up my workout. So I ran for twenty minutes on the treadmill and then rinsed off and went up to the pool, where I tried again to not drown for 40 minutes. I'm still on this side of living, so I guess it worked, but just barely. My goggles don't fit right, so they fill with water or fog up and hurt my eye sockets. I still can't figure out how to breathe. When I keep my head out of the water and practice breathing at the right time, it seems like my inhales should line up with when I turn my head and lift my arm. But when I try it with my face actually in the water, I end up sputtering and flailing. It's a train wreck. I think it's maybe the exhale that's causing a problem. Do I need nose plugs? I don't know; I definitely need something. Anyway, I'm working on it.
Almost to spite me for predicting her Plaster Fun Time choice, DD ended up choosing a fairly small (about the size of my fist) sculpture of two lovebirds sitting together. It's about as tasteful as things get at Plaster Fun Time. Yes, it is decorated in a variety of shades of pastel and liberally doused with glitter, but it is not nearly the eyesore I expected. This is possibly because the sculptures are arranged by price, so all of the really hideous things (naked male torso, lifesized cobra ready to strike, ceremonial Klingon sword, skull with flames shooting out of it) were not available to this party's guests. I mused out loud whether the employees got a discount, and whether their homes were entirely decorated in sparkly plaster, and got the look of death from the girl running the party. 
Moments later, I escaped next door to Starbuck's, where I was shortly joined by most of the other party moms, and we had a lovely chat. I've found that it's much better if I am not in the same room as DD when she is working on an art project, as I have an uncontrollable urge to micromanage and make suggestions for how to make things neater, more realistic, more symmetrical. Drinking a cup of coffee next door is much more conducive to her creativity.
Tomorrow I won't have time to get to the gym in between volunteering with DD's first grade and picking DS up from preschool, so it's either run on the roads in the cold or nothing. I hope, I hope, I hope I'll find the motivation to bundle up and run. Our warm spell is over, and it is definitely going to be uncomfortable outside. Send me motivated dingo vibes!
(Except that two were gone and he only mentioned missing one. 
returning dingos and 
to the newbies. I can't wait to get to know you better.
This is so me and my daughters.
Except for the impending cloud of doom hanging over my head. 
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