Makes three days since Monday I've gone running — pretty decent, considering I was on an airplane all day Tuesday and they really don't appreciate wind sprints down the aisle, and Wednesday was six hours of aerobic housecleaning, moving furniture and all that. Today's run included special appearances at the bank and the haircut store and Cathy Cross. By the time I started home I really had to book — it was 4:00, which in New England in January means the sunset is imminent. The freezing-cold headwind didn't help up the hill but it ultimately made my feet move faster, the quicker to be out of it. Then the last quarter mile featured Billy Idol's “Rebel Yell” so I was home before I knew it. Time for my homemade recovery drink of chocolate milk with half a scoop of protein powder — if you make a slurry of syrup and powder, then add the milk, you get these yummy chocolate/protein pearls at the bottom of your glass. Yum-my.

Is Conan out? Is Leno back? The peeps at NBC are either smoking something really good, or really bad. Discuss.

I'm glad I was prepared for the freezing cold Arctic Blast of San Antonio because I don't think it got above 40 degrees the whole time we were there, except for the day we came home. Balls. Had a lovely vacation of avoiding computers and doing not much of anything. Back at my desk today, refreshed and revitalized and ready for pretty much anything that pays decent. You know, the usual.

Now I'm calling Lex's potty stool the “stool stool,” because he's tall enough to pee without standing on it.

I've decided to make this vacation a REAL vacation and as such, plan not to touch a computer for one week. Yee haw!

Darn cat woke me up at 4-something and between her incessant cuteness and BK coughing in the next room, no more sleep for Ms. Motormouth. Oh well. Now I'll be attacking my to-do list and ignoring the I-want-food cat.