I continue to fret about the condition of my favorite (or second favorite) motorcycle racer, Dajiro Kato. There is no improvement in his condition since he stabilized.
Monday is a rainy day where I drive to work - hoping to run during the day when it isn't raining. By 5pm the rain is not letting up so I head for home and plan to content myself with a session with the weights. I get home and lift weights and now the rain has stopped. So I take Nopester for his 12 minute walk, drop him off, and continue on for another 60 minutes on my own. There is no rain. But 20 minutes after I finish the rain starts back up. I am lucky - the only non-raining window of time was used by me to get in a good walk. Later in the day I stand outside on the porch listening/watching/smelling the heavy rain. This will probably be the last rain for six months.
On Tuesday, after a 4.5 mile run before work, I'm riding the motorcycle to work and, of course, there is another sorta close call. I see it coming so I am able to avoid the situation without too much difficulty. Because I am currently in an emotionally fragile state, I give the driver of the car the one finger salute in angst. It was not the most intelligent thing to do, but it just happened.
Tuesday after work I'm shopping at Vons for cookies for the resourcescout meeting. (Need to keep the officers and board of directors happy, you know?) I'm standing in the checkout lane when a little ChiChi walks by and gives me a stare. I smile back at him to be friendly. In the next one minute he pushes his cart back and forth near my checkout lane three times and continues to stare/smile at me. I'm surprised that he doesn't run into anything with his cart because he's obviously not looking where he's going. I smile another time at him (to be friendly) but then I turn my attention to the checkout lane tabloids (because my life is complicated right now and I don't need additional complexity). After I leave the store I realize that this may have been the same ChiChi from about six months ago that...um...was giving me excessive amounts of attention.
After work on Wednesday I get in a session with the weights before an ice hockey game. I'm late to the ice hockey game because I had to drive the neighbor to where her car died and give her battery a jump start. She makes it home okay and I make it to the game just in time, though I miss the warmup session. We lose another game. But I'm tired and had fun and had a really good workout.