Went to the gym. Had a great work out... would have been better except, I accidentally wore my crocs instead of my runners. I am such a dork... but that's nothing new. At least I can laugh at myself - and often. I did a grand total of 240 crunches - 210 with a five pound weight on my chest. I am sure that by tomorrow even breathing will be an effort. I will sleep standing up since being able to sit up in bed may also be an impossibility.

Happy to report that the sun is shining, the tomatoes are growing and the strawberries are almost ready to eat. I also love that I can throw the children into the yard and they will happily entertain themselves for hours digging up worms. Keeps my patience for them in check. Patience is something I have become quite an expert at, to say the least. Patiently waiting for the love of my life to turn up at the airport, waiting for my god daughter to come into the world, etc. Now - IF ONLY THEY WOULD HURRY UP. Those last few days are always so much harder for some reason - actually those last few minutes waiting at the airport to see his lovely face appear very nearly send me into convulsions. It doesn't help that there is a coffee shop right there (and we all know about me and coffee) and I always show up an hour too early - as though by sheer force of will it will make him turn up sooner. I never learn. He's worth the wait - but by golly I miss him. (I just said golly, hahahaha)

So, I'm off to fill my day full of stuff that feels mundane -- all in the hopes that it will distract me momentarily from getting totally hyper and extraordinarily impatient - since I am a self professed expert at it after all ;-)