It's always good when a plan comes together. You are very lucky that it did!
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We gotta buy tickets for Uni sooooooon.
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I did a 7+ mile ride on the "expresso" bike today. They finally (because I complained) got the bikes online, so you can log in and keep track of your bike workouts, and b/c of this they are previewing more of the possible rides. As I was getting sweat towels ready, headphones plugged in, seat set right, etc, I noticed a ride I hadn't seen called Odyssey, with huge Greek gods and whatnot. It looked too cool to NOT do. So I did it. OUCH!
I know I'll be paying for it tomorrow.
And I'm not sure it was the smartest thing to do; my lung problems are flaring up again and I don't know why, I'm having to dose every day the last few days (not something I like to do at all), so it was questionable to work out THAT hard. As we left I was really regretting it, but as I sit here now, they've opened up. I hope hope hope that I did something good, not something bad.
Regardless, if this keeps up, I'm going to have to go in and see someone. Because, frankly, I'm running out of inhaler stuff.
And the tight lungs prompted some upset tears on the drive home, because I've never smoked and I didn't have asthma for decades, and it's just NOT FAIR that I have it now. And I'm so angry with my mom and dad for smoking all over me for 10 (mom) and more (dad) years, and angry with my dad and stepmom for starting to do it again, and at my half-bro for doing it in the first place (the rest of the kids got the memo, why not him?) and for starting it back up SO soon after the respirator.
Bleah! Of course, being upset did NOTHING to ease my silly lungs!
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In more fun news, I found MIB2 for $4 at the store, and Robert and I are supposed to watch it tonight.
Also, he doesn't fall asleep on the bus or train anymore (bus to, train from, work). Which is...amazing. Nor does he pass out once he sits on the couch. Even more amazing. (that problem was the first thing that really prompted me to have a big talk with him, back when Eamon was only 2...it was a sign/symptom that scared me very badly)