I'm supposed to do my 10 miles tomorrow morning. It's supposed to rain. I've got a meeting at 10 am with the school psychologist for Aaron, so I need to get out the house by 6 in order to fit in the run. Is it even light at 6 am?
I've got all these things working against me. But I need to do it. I need to run.
We're going to the local pound later in the day tomorrow. I want a dog. Not only will it be good for Aaron (dogs are good for autistic children), but it will be good for me. Having a dog will force me to get out there every day.
Man, I am sounding glu-um. But I'm really not. More contemplative.
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