(Intended answer: A Christmas Story ... The dad receives a prize he won in a contest, and it's marked FRAGILE. He studies it before saying, "Fra -- gee -- lay ... 'must be Italian." It makes us laugh every. single. time. And, t-minus about a week before we break that movie out for multiple viewings!)
Anyway ... I had not yet decided whether or not this was going to be a morning to run when I went to bed last night. I weighed the pros and cons, and the verdict seemed six of one, half a dozen of the other, so I decided to let the morning just happen. If I got up early enough and with enough energy, then I'd run. If I slept in, so be it.
Option number two is what happened, and it was exactly the way it should have been. So many mornings, I use running to get myself going. And, then there are other mornings that let me know I need to stop and refuel ... ahhhhh ...
Elly's not breathing such sighs of relief these days. Unfortunately, I think Friday's outing irritated everything she's been healing up and then some. She was moping around here for most of yesterday, and, this morning, she still wasn't quite right. Then, I saw her work on eating her breakfast, and she was having a difficult time lowering her head all the way down. We've been through this one with her before: straining a chest muscle. ARGH!
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| Such a condition requires elevating the food and water bowls for at least a week. Good thing Lizzy's there to supervise. |
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| "Most days, it's really not hard being me. Then, there are those I like to call the 'other' days ... *sigh* ..." |
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