Flying Solo

Again.  Brent ditched me to go camping this weekend.  I'm bummed he decided to go up early while I was working rather than going up to coincide with my weekend.  Rather than get three days in the mountains, I'll get one day if I'm lucky because he wants to come back on Monday.  Crappy if you ask me.  Yes, I'm a tad bitter.  Thanks for asking.

In other non pity-party news, I decided to forget Voyager until I could get Dragonfly in Amber read.  I started it and am flying right along.  And I have to say, Holy Crap, are these books long or what?  The one I'm plowing through is 947 pages long.  Given that I know very little about European history, especially when it doesn't have anything to do with the United States, I did some Googling and found there is some historical accuracy to these darn novels.  Some is better than none, I suppose.

I've done much better in the running department this week. Sunday I ran two miles with Brink.  Tuesday I ran four miles solo.  And today I ran two miles with Brink.  Depending on how the wildfire smoke settles overnight, I may try for another solo run in the morning.

Brinkley and I are off for our evening walk.  Then I'm off to bed to read.