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Things feel bleak. Running helps. One of my goals for 2026 was to run a 10k by the end of the year. I hit that today. Also here’s the music I listened to while running.
Here are a couple of meals I have made in the past week. These were all made from scratch and delicious and I want to remember them.
We cut out and decorated some fish from origami paper, attached a paper clip to each one, and then went fishing with a stick, string, and magnet.
Good lord. Apparently I have a little boy and not a baby anymore.
Last night I woke up about 4 a.m. and had a hard time getting back to sleep. I laid in bed for a long time and eventually my brain started wandering in that strange way that brains do right before you fall asleep. An image came to me, very clearly: My kitchen, with a plain wooden chair in the middle of the floor. Samuel L. Jackson was standing next to the chair, and he pointed at the seat and shouted “Snakes on a chair!” This startled me, even in my halfasleepness, but I decided to just let my brain go with it, and I came up with two entire verses, complete with accompanying mental imagery. Snakes on a chair Snakes in a suitcase Snakes in the drawer Snakes on the floor Snakes in my shoes Snakes in my brain Snakes down the drain Snakes on a plane! Har!
Dear everyone, Doc and I want to send a big public THANK YOU to you: all our friends and family that have sent us well wishes over the past week while we’ve dealt with the miscarriage, hospital, surgery, and recovery. Thanks so much to everyone that’s called or written with kind words, sent flowers, brought over food, kept us company, listened to us talk and cry about things, helped distract us with talk about other, “normal” things. You’re really helping to get us through this. I don’t want to be “that guy”… you know, the guy that’s always complaining about something, but it honestly feels like it’s been a tough week… well, a tough six months really. And I’m trying to look on the positive side of things and not complain too much. My life sure could be a lot worse… a LOT worse. I know that. I have soooo much to be grateful for—and I am. Much as I try to be superhuman, though, I don’t think I’m very good at it… and knowing that I have an amazing group of friends and a loving family that will pick me up when I fall… well, you guys are my safety net, and I can’t even tell you how comforting it is to know that I HAVE a safety net. I hope I can be a good enough friend to return the favor if ever you should need me. We love you. Thank you.
This was the first (and only) ultrasound, taken on December 21. I know that it kind of looks like a face, but it’s just the heartbeat.
My hip has been hurting for a couple of weeks now. You know that feeling when you use a muscle you haven’t used in a while, and afterwards it’s painful and sore? This is kind of the way my hip…