Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Emily has been sick again.  Not even two weeks into the school year and she's already missing days.  Two nights ago I fell asleep on the couch upstairs.  Only about an hour.  I went downstairs to find Emily asleep on my side of the bed.  Normally I would just push her over to the middle, but she was sleeping on top of the covers and had her own covers.  One of my employees was still here working, and I thought it would be weird if she went upstairs to get a water bottle or something and saw me sleeping on the couch, so I decided to hole up in the toy room on this tiny little couch.  That wasn't comfortable at all and I woke up with a sore throat.  So I didn't run yesterday.

I woke up a few minutes after 6am this morning.  Abby was in the shower, so I had to wait a little bit to use the bathroom.  But that was good because it had given me time for my bowels to wake up.  When I was finally sitting on the pot, I could hear a lot of sirens.  I finally texted my wife to make sure she was all right assuming she was out on her walk.  She was upstairs.

I finally started my run at 6:57am.  I felt quite sore.  I thought that was weird for having taken a day off.  But I'm probably still a little under the weather.  I was just going to do two loops.  Maybe even 1.  But I could do 2 if I ran slow.  So I started my 2nd loop.  After about a quarter mile into the second loop, I thought that if I kept this slow pace up, I could do 3 loops.  So I decided to do three loops.

When I got to the University, which is where I commit myself to that 3rd loop, I saw the sirens about a quarter mile to the east.  There must've been an accident because I saw a tow truck, also.  I continued south and when I got to the bend, I saw another runner.  He looked much faster than me, and he gave me a thumbs up.

Before I knew it I was back at University and looking for the hobo.  He wasn't under the tree that he is usually laying under.  So I looked to see if he was on the trail.  Once the trail straightened out enough for me to see, I spotted him standing there talking to someone.  I saw three tiny little dogs, too.  As I got closer the other guy started to walk away.  Then I noticed the hobo was eating a sausage biscuit, most likely from the corner gas station convenient store.  I asked him, "What's new?  Same ol', same ol'?  He didn't answer.  I think he was crying because the other guy bought him a sausage biscuit.  The biscuit buyer must've heard me because he turned around.  He told me good morning.  I had to weave through his dogs as they weren't leashed up.  After passing the second dog something small scurried across my path.  I almost stepped on it.  It was a horned toad.  I totally stopped and pointed it out.  That's when one of the dogs started barking at me.  I said, "Don't bark at me.  Bark at this guy."  Biscuit eater said they love to chase lizards.

I headed home and as I turned the final corner I could see people walking out of my house.  It was my wife and two high school daughters.  For some reason I thought they would've been gone already.  But it was 7:42 am, which is their normal time that they leave.  I got to say good bye and sneak a kiss from my wife.