- Wake up at the same time I used to.
- Curl up and try to sleep for another hour.
- Fail (mostly because of Kona's incessant whining).
- Get up and take Kona to the bathroom. (Unlike the other animals in the house, he is not smart enough to understand a "variable schedule" - e.g., weekends I'm up before 8, weekdays I'm up before 6, if I'm sick I'm up around 7, with my new schedule I can sleep as late as 8:30 . . . and some days I Just Do What I Want. How hard is that, anyway???)
- Take Kona to McDonald's drive-through for iced coffee.
- Laugh at him getting in the back seat to stick his head out the front window.
- Get compliments on how pretty and well-behaved he is.
- Bemoan the blond dog hairs and doggie smell now in my car.
- Oust car to death.
- Take Kona on our mini-mile run to park.
- Bemoan how much faster he is than me.
- Enjoy life with RGP contact lenses.
- Curse the entire time I'm putting them in.
- Get dressed.
- Get made up.
- Admire Luis's fabulous job on my TV-anchor worthy hair.
- Smile the whole time.
I'm still struggling with the bronchitis - but, I suppose there is more than one -itis out there that is far worse. Also, while I'm very happy to have my running partner back, I'm still pissed that Kona is twice as fast as I am (that fucker), but I strongly suspect there is an equation here somewhere involving his having 1/4 my age, 1/3 my weight and double the legs. (Where is a rules official when you need one?)
Where w equals weight, l equals legs and a equals age, solve for x:
1/3w x 1/4a x 2l = x
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