(Sorry about this being a day late. My brain thought that it had set this up to post automatically. My brain was wrong. Silly, silly brain.)
[MULLIGAN]
To my brother's revolutionary covenant
I’m runnin’ with the Sons of Liberty and I am lovin’ it!
See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians
We in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it!
Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction
When you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!
-- from "Yorktown" in the almighty Hamilton. Hercules Mulligan is my new favorite, both the character and the actual person.
Over at Another Mother Runner, I begin the training montage. I am already exhausted and starving. This could get interesting.
Because a local friend (who isn't on Facebook or Instagram, which is where I share the bulk of the pictures I take of the dog) requested them, three of the moods of my dog:
Sleepy.
Perky.
Relaxed.
"The night was sad. The center failed to hold. Did I blame the rioting kids? I did. Did I blame Trump? I did. This, Mr. Trump, I thought, is why we practice civility. This is why, before we say exactly what is on our minds, we run it past ourselves, to see if it makes sense, is true, is fair, has a flavor of kindness, and won’t hurt someone or make someone’s difficult life more difficult. Because there are, among us, in every political camp, limited, angry, violent, and/or damaged people, waiting for any excuse to throw off the tethers of restraint and get after it. After which it falls to the rest of us, right and left, to clean up the mess."
-- George Saunders, whose story I linked to earlier but still urge you to read.
This week over at Another Mother Runner: Adrienne Tries a New Route!
(Sorry. Still channeling my inner Kimmie Schmidt. Working on it.)
It's me! But in your earholes!
Jeanne Faulkner invited me over to her podcast Common Sense Pregnancy and Parenting to talk about postpartum depression, knitting, and running. Not in that order, tho. Give it a listen!