Too Little Butter

Too Little Butter

I’m sitting here in a McDonald’s in Michigan. I just slept 11+ hours at my folks house after spending all day yesterday driving up from North Carolina. A week and a half ago I made a similar trek to bring my two youngest, Ja and Mo. up to spend some time with their friends. The trip had been planned for months and though I wasn’t thrilled about the 12ish hours it would take to go one way on the trip, it was for my girls and I’m a sucker for doing things for them.

The unexpected part was finding out my dad had been brought to the hospital two weeks ago after falling down in the bathroom. He spent about 10 days in the hospital and is now in a senior rehab facility working on regaining strength and stability.

Back home, Nora is still packing up the house for our impending move next weekend. Barring something unforeseen we will close on our new house this coming Wednesday.

Work last week was busy. A couple of days were scheduled at 13 hours, which had me getting up at 4am to get started so I could be available for various responsibilities at the end of the day.

My running has been unpredictable, at best. I can’t seem to get over the 3.75 mile distance. It’s mostly a mental barrier I’m sure. But I guess I haven’t been eating the best over the past little bit. I’ve managed to lose some weight the past two weeks still, but maybe not the best food choices while doing it.

So here I am, feeling spread thin like too little butter on toast.

However, as I’d hoped, typing this all out makes it seem less imposing, more manageable. Who knew putting your thoughts to paper might make them seem more organized and clearer.

I guess I’ll go tackle today’s run while my mind is mostly clear.

I'm a Good Husband

I'm a Good Husband