That Should Be Illegal
Sorry that I went unexpectedly MIA at the end of last week but I had a million things crop up out of no where that needed some attention. The most exciting of all the things is that after only 13 days on the market my mom’s house sold for her full asking price! Now we’re on the clock for packing up and making sure she finds a place down here in Fort Lauderdale before August 15th.
We are all so surprised by how fast the house sold but the family that bought it seem like they will be a perfect fit. It’s a family of five with two dogs – which means the pool and backyard should get really good use! The husband is a police officer which seems fitting since my mom’s husband was a very proud (retired) police officer before he passed away two years ago.
I know selling the house isn’t easy for my mom, even if it is the logical thing to do, but at least she can feel good about it going to a nice family. Now we just need to find my mom a place down here … and fast!
In between looking at potential residences for my mom, I’m catching up on my blog reading (and obviously doing a little writing too).
Oh yeah, and I’m running!
I forgot just how exhausting it is to run in summer weather. After my 10-miler on Saturday I took a FOUR HOUR nap! Every single minute of that nap felt well earned.
Honestly, running double digit miles is a struggle for me at this point. I know in a few weeks it’ll feel easy again, but right now 10 miles might as well be 20 because I’m totally exhausted by the end.
This is my “I am delirious from a mixture of heat and endorphins” face:
The picture is a bit foggy because I placed a sweaty finger on the lens at some point. Oh well! #RunnerProbs
On Sunday I went to Target mid-afternoon and got sweaty just walking across the parking lot! The part of summer that I hate the most is the part where it takes my car a good 10 minutes to cool down after it’s been sitting in the hot sun.
Real feel of 107*F! That should be illegal.
I know someone who loves the heat though and his name is Cecil, also affectionately known as Sea Salt, C-Cat, CC, Meow Head and many other nicknames I’m sure he finds annoying.
Like most cats he’s happiest laying in a scorching hot sunbeam dreaming about treats. ZzzZZzZzZ.
Do you have a ton of nicknames for your pet? I always call Cecil “sea salt” and recently told Adam that someday we need to buy a boat so we can name it Sea Salt!
How did your weekend running go?