cause the sun is shining / and this road is winding /through the prettiest country from georgia to tennessee

Last night I took Jose running. Keith, he has no 10K time at the moment because I don’t think he’s ever run a 10K, but give me time. We did 2 miles with a few walking breaks, all while keeping our eyes peeled for the alligator that was spotted on the jogging trail here at work. What is up with the animals?? When I drove away from Gilruth, I saw the grounds guys crowded around what appeared to be another snake located not on but near the softball fields.

Anyway, as we ran I told Jose that I’d written about him on my blog. “What did you say?” he asked, so I told him. (He reads this only occasionally, I think. For the record, I didn’t and wouldn’t ever write anything here that I hadn’t already told him. So yes, he knows I’m a cynic/skeptic/pessimist/fatalist.) He was either pleased or worried, I’m not sure which, to find out that he generated more comments than any blog entry I’ve ever written before. Seventeen! (EDIT: Twenty!) People: whoa. Settle.

I haven’t been in my apartment (except to sleep) for more than about an hour since I got back from Charlotte and it is an absolute wreck. However, my distraction is going home for Easter so I have arranged weekend dates with the other men in my life: Mr. Tivo, who is holding a couple weeks worth of shows; Mr. Vacuum, who needs to clean my floor; Mr. Goodwill, who needs to take a lot of my old clothes away; and Mr. Washer and Mr. Dryer, who need to clean the clothes I still wear.

Basically, I’ve decided that between running the Resurrection Run tomorrow morning (if you’re running it too, leave a comment and let me know so I can look for you!) and going over to James’s for Easter dinner on Sunday, the weekend will be spent spring cleaning. And the fun has already begun! Last night I had a spare hour to spend with Mr. Grocery Store, a handsome devil that I had been avoiding since — I kid you not — mid-February. Guess how much I spent. No, really, guess.

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$190. I spent freaking $190 at the grocery store. This should convey exactly how empty my cupboards were. Two months without going to the grocery store will do that. And suddenly, I realize where these extra 3-4 pounds have come from. I’ve been eating out basically every day for two months.

I am absurd.

There is no one at work today. It’s the second Friday of the first pay period where we could work 9/80s. I took Monday off, so I am here. It is quiet, and empty.