I suspect there's an equation here somewhere . . . .

The new routine:

• 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.
• Blog.
• 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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