First. I'm glad I didn't give up. Well, actually, there are times I do give up. I have given up. But I'm glad I tried another shot. It made my day.
On the morning run, Scott sprained his ankle pretty bad. And we had to go uphill to get home. This required Scott, with his 6'8" frame, to lean on me while I had to hold on to an incredibly frisky and otherwise HUGE puppy. I think we would have laughed about it more if Scott wasn't feeling so bad. Good thing he has crutches that size. After all the horrible luck he's had with his health.
Today drained me pretty well, which upsets me a little in that this isn't a job or situation to be freaking out in. My job on Monday will be much more stressful than any other, and I hope I can handle it.
Baking more. Extra batch for the boys at home, especially the one confined to the couch until bed.
Take care, friends.