Once upon a time, I worked until eleven-thirty at night. Then I drove forty minutes home. Then I stepped in cat puke. Than I got in bed. Than I realized I had stepped in cat puke. My alarm was set for four-thirty, so I could be back at work by six A.M. and in that …
You know you had a fun and eventful weekend when it takes you two days of sitting on the porch watching thunder storms to recharge your batteries enough to even think of going for a run. Luckily for us Hurricane Hillary raging to the west like a bitch out of Arkansas is bringing our mountain …