Packing

I like to think I am a great packer – and for the kids, I am.  Seriously, I can get it done for everyone for a week in about twenty minutes.  However, when it is just for me, I am entirely useless.

Tomorrow, I am going to Russia with my friend M.  And I am, finally, packed (give or take a few things).  It’s meant to rain on Saturday so I have an additional sartorial problem.  Plus, I’m not sure exactly what we’re going to do.  I’ve heard that Russian women believe in dressing up, which isn’t really my scene.

I have the problem that I am really fat at the moment.  Yesterday, I caught sight of myself in a security camera.  UGH.  So today, I went for a run.  It won’t have made much difference but it does make me feel better.  I had an appointment with my chiropractor earlier in the week and she asked me how my running was going.  I enormously exaggerated the extent of my running schedule; she knew and I knew that I was lying but neither of us said anything.

New river walk. There were ducklings out while I was running.
New river walk. There were ducklings out while I was running

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