Friday night I was tired. Bone tired. I went out on a dinner and theater date, and had trouble keeping my eyes open. (I do not recommend the Blue Spoon; it was not as cheap as my friend told me it was, nor was it as good. In fact, the food was rather lackluster. Throwing a solitary piece of small bacon on a piece of trout does not qualify as bacon wrapped trout. The pork and mussels were only so-so.) It may not have been helped much by the fact that the comedy sketches we were wathcing were only occasionly funny, but I got home and immiediately crashed. I woke up at 4 o’clock yesterday morning feeling awful, and had trouble getting any more sleep. A combination of playing with the kitten and sitting (or laying) on my ass all morning got me energized enough by early afternoon to venture out, but it was a fairly lackluster day. Nor was it helped by my not being able to go into work to do the server maintenance until 7:30 pm instead of going around 11 am like I had originally planned. The backup took 25 hours instead of the 8 I had estimated. I got home around 11:30 or 12 last night, had an english muffin, and slept well.

This morning was much better. I got up, had breakfast, and went out for a 12 mile run. The first five and a half was fairly easy; it took about 40 or 45 minutes. The next four and a half were at a good clip; I ran with one of the high school kids that trains with us and who is in good shape. The last two miles were nice and easy; just an extension to get an extra 14 or 15 minutes in. My back was bothering me at the very end, but I am not too worried about it. Crepes for breakfast, and now it is off to the Old Port Festival. It even seems as though it might not rain this year, as it has every year since I moved up this way. I am done rambling.