Whoa.
Some things have happened dear
readers.
For one birth has happened, for the
third time.
Wait, what was the middle part
again?
For two, birth happened in the form
of Scarlett Sol.
Truth be told I wanted Sol from
this George Carlin bit:
So I’m not getting a ton of sleep
but it comes with the territory. Speaking of territories, what all came with
the Gadsden purchase?
Did I mention we moved about two
months before the birth?
We like to have all of our
stressful life events at the same time. More efficient this way. I do the same
with sit-ups. I do 1000 right in a row and I am good for the year.
Been reading some books on male
friendship. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t exist.
Been trying to keep up with the
running and 15 miles a week feels like 150 at this point. My legs were so dead
after four miles yesterday we had a wake for them right there at the Y
treadmill. I keep reminding myself like Dory in Finding Nemo: just keep
running, just keep running.
I know someday the tots will be able to dress, feed, and hygiene themselves and I’ll be able to ramp up the miles in lieu of friendships or guitar slinging.
You might like this guitar slinging
but you might not. Either way, my hits on SoundCloud just went up. Sucker.
