Feels good

I got up this morning and went jogging, and damn, I always feel so much better when I start the day off that way. Then I did my crunches and arm weights. This all took place BEFORE coffee. One of the nice things about living in Carmel (maybe the only nice thing) is feeling safe running by myself. I'm going to miss that when we move. The house we're hoping to get (we should know in a week) is beautiful, with stunning woodwork, a huge master bath, and an upstairs deck overlooking the fenced-in backyard...here comes the big BUT...I wouldn't feel safe going out running alone. I might be able to find a running partner in the neighborhood, but I don't think the lady two doors down, the one with the oxygen tank, would be up for it. I'm not even sure I'd feel safe with another person there, at least not without my Uzi submachine gun in tow. That would be a little too much extra weight to carry,
I reckon. We will still be on the road a lot though and I'm sure I'll find plenty of places to run.

Did I mention how much we REALLY want this house?! We have a backup offer in and, after three counters, we have agreed upon a price. I'm hoping the deal they already have in place falls through. Like I said, we'll know in a week. Cross your fingers for us. We are moving toward this house until the powers that be tell us otherwise.

Here I sit, watching Martine get the final colors on her sunflower tattoo and I'm excited to see it finished. I'm also a little sad because I know I can't (or shouldn't) get anymore tattoos myself. My body reacts adversely to it. I don't really understand why, but I should honor that reaction. I should listen to my body. It's a bugger though...

Oh, and I should tell you about the photo on this post. It has nothing to do with my run or the house; it's just a pretty picture I took while sitting out the back of Oliver Winery last week. It was such a beautiful day and my sweetheart and I were enjoying a bottle of wine. It doesn't get much better than that, peeps.

Peace on ya.