If you look at the sidebar on the right, you’ll see I’ve only gotten in one run this week. It should be two. Now I have to run both days this weekend to get in my miles. Poop.
My workload is rather onerous as of late and will continue to be so throughout my stay in Rome. This has caused me to put off my runs recently and is the reason why I haven’t been keeping up with the push ups challenge for several weeks. The 45 minute bus commute in the mornings and afternoons to reach the main library hasn’t helped either. I realize many of you have to endure far worse commutes and the like, but this whole thing is new to me and rather detrimental to my regular schedule.
I finally had a long phone call with my mom and sister yesterday. Amongst the serious subjects under discussion (more on that below), my mom said this: “I’ve read your blog.”
Mom: “So, you peed in the sink?”
Me, slightly embarrassed: “I had to, Mom. It was an emergency.”
Mom: “With your advisor in the next room!” This is where she had to stop talking because she was laughing so much.
It’s good to know my mother loves us regardless. Even when she finds out one of her daughters is a sink peer.
I love you too, Mom.
At this point, with my mother still wheezing in the background, my sister got on the phone.
Z: “Ha, you peed in the sink!”
Me: “So I take it you read my Wednesday post.”
Z: “I read all your posts.”
There you have it, folks. My family stalks my blog. Scary thought, huh? They seem to find all the banter in the comments rather entertaining too. [Editor’s note: Btw, Marcy, my sister thinks you’re hilarious and loves your blogger profile photo. Thought you’d like to know. :)] Go ahead and address them in the comments too if you want. The only thing I ask is that you show them due respect. They have to put up with me in real life which is sadly a lot worse than what you all deal with...voluntarily, I might add.
My furball, Athena, has gotten worse. Her health declined rather rapidly this week. She’s in obvious pain now and can no longer climb up any of the stairs. My family and I have spent the last couple of days making preparations. Today is the final vet appointment. I wish more than anything that I could be there with her as she passes, but I know that’s not possible. Thankfully, my sister flew out yesterday to be with my mom so she didn’t have to go through it alone. I know to non-pet owners we sound like crazy people, but Athena and her brother, Sneezer, have been a huge part of our lives for 14 years and that’s really hard to try to let go of.
I’ll be leaving the library early today, so that I can make it back to the flat to call them before and after the appointment. I’d rather not have an audience while my heart breaks.
It appears the weather has decided to match my mood for the day. The skies are overcast and the temperature has dipped. Friends have invited me out tonight to help me drink my pain away. Depending on how blotchy my face is and if I feel up to company, I may join them. Thankfully Italians are quite accustomed to extreme emotions, so I know I won’t seem strange should I shed a few tears in public.
I’m really hoping my 12 miler this weekend is the catharsis I need it to be. Otherwise I may not post next week for fear of depressing you all even further.