Time is winding down;
tomorrow night I leave my house around 6 p.m. for my 7:50 flight out of O'Hare. I am NOT packed, I am NOT ready, as a matter of fact, I'm sitting here in my workout clothes waiting to feel like I've digested enough of my supper to get on the treadmill - my LAST DAY ON THE TREADMILL for almost two weeks! AH, sweet bliss.

I'm trying hard to get into enough of a routine to possibly train for the Princess half-marathon early next year. I've got the time - it's the drive I sometimes lack. But I'm working on it! I did my first 5k in many months just last weekend (since before my gallbladder surgery in March of this year), so I'm at least progressing. I just really like to jog, run, walk, repeat. I may be slow, but I think it's fun.
Had a last-minute doc appt this morning; she was supposed to call me in a prescription, but alas, no prescription when I drove through at the pharmacy tonight. What?? I feel bad; I snapped at the pharmacy technician - I may have also sworn at him. He made a face.

Now, I'll have to call first thing in the morning so that I can grab the scrip at lunch; I won't have enough time after work tomorrow to mess around.
My mom is clueless that I got CR. And I'm clueless as to how to surprise her. I started a thread on it over on the resort board, hoping for some last minute ideas. Maybe something will just come to me....?
Other than that, I'm so excited my stomach is doing hula hoops around my liver and bouncing up and down off my bladder and I am ready ready READY to get this show on the road! Vacation, here I come! (I hope!)