This day, made only for umbrellas, boots, and determined spirits....was spent taking miserable pups out for their business and putting this lovely tree in the guest room.
My sweet husband, determined to convince himself that in 2 weeks a 10 mile run is a simple matter, actually RAN/WALKED 8 miles in white clay creek during the miserable downpour. I remained content, making peroges from scratch and sipping a pinot noir. (In other words, I wimped out). Since I ran 10 miles during the heat wave last week, I am confident that I will easily conquer the Broad Street Run. (She states this openly with confidence as it is the only way to convince her heart).