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There Was No Time to Run

A recap of my oh-so-full and oh-so-delightful weekend:

Friday: 
Meet with my spiritual director (a new and good addition to my life)
Nadine & Matt pick up their stuff. Great to see them. Sad that there is officially nothing "Nadine" left in my home.
Great convo with Karen about life and Jesus and growing up.
Dancing - actually had fun!
Home to bed at 2am.

Saturday: 
Up at 6:30 to shower & catch the 8:30 bus to Guelph.
Take my parents' car, go visit Mere & Russ and meet their new baby! BABY WYATT IS SO CUTE.
Tea with a former co-worker/very-wise-woman.
Birthday party for my niece. Love this family of mine.
Late night drinks & life-conversation with Jesskah.
Bed at 1:30.

Sunday: 
Head-achey.
Church with friends.
Auction viewing with Mom.
Ice cream with super-preggo-Amber.
Visit with sister, dinner with parents (Moroccan inpired!).
Bus home.
Throat is ticklish.
Hangout with Karen & Jill & Selina.
Bed at 11pm.



Yesterday was my first 2012 sunburn. Apparently, sitting in the sun for 45 minutes while eating ice cream, then a 30 minute walk home was too much for the one shoulder that took all the sunshine. Oops.

This morning my throat is very very sore. I drank at least 5 cups of hot water before lunch. And tried speaking a minimal amount. Hopefully this will help.

I have a massage booked after work. The combination of pre-illness and sunburn is unfortunate.

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