Thursday, the 3rd, was jparks and I's second anniversary. We went out to a fancy dinner, shingles be damned.
We went to Sent Sovi and the meal was absolutely amazing. I enjoyed all of the courses (10!) and wine pairings and jparks found things to complain about ("There's too much food!") and, since his greatest joy in life is complaining, I can say he had a good time too.
The rest of our weekend was pretty low key, mainly spent hanging out with friends and doing as little running as possible. I figured shingles weren't enough to keep me away from fancy meals and friends, but were enough to keep my sports bra at bay. This now means that my training is a week off, but I have enough buffer weeks built in that I should still be fine. And speaking of shingles, mine have scabbed over, which eww but also yay! The recovery time has gone much faster than my doctor anticipated and while it's still painful, it's not as painful as it was last week. Today I'm going to slap on the sports bra and try for a four mile run. I think I can. I think I can.
My goal for the weekend was to get all of our laundry washed and put away which, if you recall, is no small task. It took me five episodes of Gossip Girl, plus some of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire to complete. In the end I found out that we have more clothes than clothes hangers and that sometimes the stupid iron leaks rusty water onto the shirt you are ironing forcing you to rewash it. And please don't suggest that if I stay on top of the laundry now, I won't ever have to devote a whole day to washing, drying, ironing, and folding, because I will force you to come over and stay on top of my laundry for me. And trust me, you don't want to deal with finding black socks for jparks. It is enough to drive a very patient and loving wife bat-shit insane; so imagine what it could do to you.