This morning, a co-worker ran through the office yelling “It’s 9:09 on 9/9/09!” Clearly, she was overcaffeinated. Or crazy. One or the other. She was also not amused when a fellow co-worker responded, “No it’s not. It’s 9:10.”
I’m having trouble grasping the fact that it’s September. (And that I’ve lived here for two years – yikes.) I’m not sure where the summer went. Especially August.
Oh wait. August was the month of crazy. My sister came to visit, and we went to museums and IKEA and ate more food than two girls should eat. The following weekend was the celebrated Merellowicz wedding, which was probably the cutest wedding I’ve ever been to. Sorry, other brides. Amy’s happy bouncing during the service trumps all. A few days after that, my parents arrived for touristing, restauranting, and football watching (Go Irish!).
And that brings us to now. September should hopefully be a quiet month. A lazy month. A month of detoxing from the eating that occurred in the preceeding month. I’m running the Army Ten Miler the first weekend of October, so I guess September will be a month of much running. Thankfully, the weather is finally cooling off. I don’t know how people in tropical climates manage to become runners. They must be crazy. Or maybe they run with portable air conditioners. The added weight increases the benefits of the workout, after all.