Time to go!

Yes, I have been sadly neglecting my blog. Mostly it is because I'm not doing anything that interesting right now. There is also the evil influence of Facebook to deal with, and finally, I've been working on two quilts, and that takes up the rest of my spare time.

We ran a race last weekend; Chad and I both brought home medals; race report to follow once I've finished quilting.

I worked overtime this week, to get sort-of caught up in time to go out of town.

And... I'm leaving tomorrow in the wee hours to head for Indiana, so I can see my brother get married. That hasn't stopped sounding strange yet.

Today, I have lots to do (graduation gifts & cards to buy, birthday cards as well, suitcase to pack, hair to get done, and more quilting to do), starting with a run of an hour or so. I'd better get on it.

I write some of the world's most brilliant blog posts in my head when the computer is far out of reach, but they are gone completely once I sit down to write them. Sheesh.

So, I'm back to full power, as far as I can tell, in both the running and the cycling. Yay! I went running Monday evening with a big silly grin on my face, I was so happy to be out and going. We have a race on Saturday (six miles), and I'm looking forward to it.

Getting everything together for my trip to Indiana-- I leave in 10 days. I'm working on quilts for my soon-to-be niece & nephew, and should be doing that instead of blogging right now.

It may not be Swine Flu, but it still stinks.

So, I've been leaving spelling errors all over the Internet. I realise that this is not a problem for most people-- I see others' errors all the time-- but for my borderline OCD and well-over-the-border anal brain, this is a nightmare. I like correct spelling. It makes me happy.

I've narrowed down the source of my spelling woes to two possibilities: 1. All the bad spellers around me have finally taken their toll on my limited mental capacity; or 2. It's oxygen deprivation from this stupid cold, and I probably shouldn't be typing while sick.

Now, it's a great American tradition, as well as a gen-X mandate, to blame all my troubles on other people. But I won't do that, because I really do believe it is reason two. My body, and therefore, my brain, are busy fighting off the enemy invaders that are limiting my breathing, causing muscle aches, sending me into violent coughing spasms, raising my temperature, and otherwise making sure I can't run today. So, I'm sure the spelling ability will return once all combatants have left the battlefield.

In the meantime, just make fun of me; I lack the capacity to notice right now, anyway.

Sneaking one last one in.

... Before May hits. Arrives. Whichever you want to call it.

So, I've been sick this week, which has led to not much blogging, because there is not much interesting to say about being sick.

Except this: It's my bad luck to get sick during a national panic attack. Seriously. I had my nose & throat swabbed (fun!) and had to wait around to see if anything came back positive (it didn't). If the flu test had been positive, it would have gone to the local Department of Health, and if it was the correct type of positive there, then it would have gone to the CDC in Atlanta. The thought of the CDC examining the contents of my nose was not a happy one. Thankfully, I am flu- and strep-free, and therefore mostly capable of going to work. And I have hopes of a full recovery by Sunday, because I don't want to take DayQuil on my birthday.

So, I have another post cooking about my current quilt project. Stay tuned.