* I had managed to blame two days of exceptionally shitty runs on my running partner (Bumpus seems to really want/need plenty of stretching for those Fraggle-arm-esque legs of his and has become my running shadow, both to satisfy his need for "speed" and also to make Hotter feel better about me running at night with earbuds in).
* I think my gut knew better than my head though, because yesterday I had this desperate urge to get caught up on the backlog of cooking requests I'd built up from the MFA Children while working for Very Nice Company. I made the chicken soup and pumpkin pie Little Child was wanting, the homemade noodles Middle Child was craving, the fresh, fluffy bread and home-churned ice cream Big Child had begged for...Middle Child and I rolled peanut butter "cookie dough" balls for the ice cream before I added duck eggs to the rest of the dough and baked it into my famous peanut butter cookies...I even made myself a pan of kugel because I hadn't had it in forever.
* Well-played, gut. You called it. I am sick as a DOG today. Like, as in "swollen up hugely, earache, congestion WTH" sick and hating life. Which...well. You can probably imagine how much I'm enjoying this. BALLS!