I just woke up and saw that I had a text message from last night. It was sent at 11 p.m. and says "Run 8 am" and nothing else. It is from a friend that was in my Sunday morning running group. She disappeared from the group in May and I haven't talked to her but maybe twice since then.
What exactly does this text message mean?
Let's go for a run at 8 a.m.?
I hate running at 8 a.m.?
Are you running at 8 a.m.?
Glad I quit running at 8 a.m.?
On the good news front, my broken toe feels much better. I was worried about putting on *work* shoes Friday (toe debacle was Wednesday and I wore nothing but flip flops since then), but the toe actually feels perfectly fine EXCEPT when I curl the toes under (you know, like if you were perhaps too lazy to reach down to the end of the sofa and decided to just grab with your foot because you really want that copy of Us Magazine). So I'm pretty sure my toe will be just fine going for a run, but sadly I will never be able to peel a banana with my feet.
Today is the Five Week Anniversary of having our house for sale. And we have received ZERO offers. Yesterday we drove out east to Camas (a neighboring town) to look at new townhouses that are being built. They are lovely but the drive out confirmed that we really want to stay on the west side of town. On the way home, we cruised past the townhome that I currently have my eye on, which has dropped in price AGAIN. They were having an open house, but we didn't stop in because we've been through it twice already.
A couple were walking in the front door as we drove by and I became enraged! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! I have a really bad feeling that this couple is totally going to buy my future home out from under me, because I can't make an offer until my house is sold. So we're hosting yet another open house today.
I am either ready to MOVE RIGHT NOW or UNSTAGE, but I can't stand living with half my shit packed away and trying to a maintain a "show ready" level of clean. Lisa, I don't know how you did it for a year!
Well, off to run for me... I guess. Maybe. I don't know. We'll see.
PS: just went to google images to look for a funny picture of a broken toe and saw way too may images of people's feet and now I am totally skeeved out.
PPS: I am overcompensating for the lack of a photo with unnecessary links. You're welcome.
PPPS: went for a run. texting friend did not even show up. WHATEVER. Toe feels fine, but I swear to God it is broken. I have not been dramatizing events AT ALL. At least not the broken toe related events.