Last night we had our first really big storm of the season. You know the buckets of rain, lightning-filled sky, tornado warning kind of storm. Delightful. What is it about a really great storm that makes it so cathartic. I don't know, but I write about it all the time. (Sorry, everybody) I haven't been feeling all that bloggy lately, so I have much to report. I went to Tulsa for the weekend with my friends and left my boys overnight without any medical reason to do so. You know how when you stay in a hotel and there is a group of people across the hall who come in laughing and talking and obviously having a great time and you wonder what they have been up to? That was us, and it was delightful. Tommy had career day at school and since Jedi and ninja were not a choice, he went as a policeman, handcuffs and all. He promised not to write me (or Miss Julie) a ticket. My podiatrist finally gave me the go ahead to run again and I already feel better. I just can't seem to function properly without my runs- something about being alone and feeling my heart working. Ran 3 miles on Thursday, heaven. Today am blogging while sitting on the front porch, watching Ty pull the boys around in the wagon and inspecting my crocuses and the first daffodils of the season as they soak up the afternoon sun. (pictures above are actual flowers described and NOT random pics I stole off the internet). Am planting spring bulbs next week and still can't imagine why anyone would intentionally plant anything that doesn't flower. Definitely in the right place at the right time.
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