We have been living under a pretty incredible fog lately – but it’s lifting. For real this time. Finally!

Jon’s job thing resolved in such a way that he’s now running the company. Really good for him professionally, but GREAT for me because it means NO MORE TRAVEL. Well, very little travel. Like, VERY, VERY little.

I can’t emphasize enough what a life change this is for us. He’s been traveling 50-75% of the time for the entire duration of our marriage (going on 9 years). It hasn’t been the worst thing in the world, but that kind of travel creates a sense of instability – or at least an inability to make commitments (i.e., joining a running group, etc.) and fully participate in life around here.

It’s sort of weird to think he’s going to be home now. Like, every day. He’ll just go to work and then come home and … BE HERE. Every day.

Anyway. It’s a really great thing and is something we’ve been looking forward to for a long time.

He had been offered a different job with a different company that would have required the same level of travel – and almost took it – but wound up turning it down and here we are and it’s been good. Stressful for him because everything is a total fucking mess and he’s having to clean it up – but he’s happy. I’m happy he’s not traveling. It’s good.

On top of that drama, I’ve been finishing up the last month of the semester. I have one more (not a big deal) exam to go – but I’m essentially done. I turned in a paper and took a stats exam on Wednesday and came home and didn’t move for the rest of the day. Totally wiped out.

I lived in fear until my stats professor emailed me the next day to let me know my exam grade. I have never worked so hard for or been so proud of a gd B(plus) in my life.

I have been SO worried about the stats requirement of the program (and of the career, in general, I guess?). It almost kept me from pursuing this path. I’ve just had this idea that I can’t do it. The story of my life has been that I’m just not good at anything involving numbers – I just don’t think that way.

But I can do it. I am.

Amazing what happens when you let go of the idea of who you’re supposed to be and become willing to struggle and to maybe fail … but to at least TRY to be the person you want to be.

2 classes down, 1 to go. And secretly? I kind of love it. It’s fascinating.

I have no idea what else has been going on for the past month. I swear we’ve sort of just hunkered down lately.

Have I posted that this little guy is 9 months old? (Now almost 10 months.)

Molly LOVES him. He seems to love her right back.



He is so fun.





Henry turned 9 years old, which is just CRAZY.

Sweet boy. 💙💚💜

This one graduated to freedom from the crate while we’re gone, but the night freedom isn’t working out so well. I think I took this picture and sent it to Jon one night when I was all proud that she was asleep, but it didn’t last long. She just can’t NOT patrol the windows all night barking at every little potential invader/breeze. By the second or third night, she was walking into her crate when I was getting in bed and glaring at me to shut the door, so we’re giving up the night freedom. Not a big deal. Seems too stressful for her.


I’ve been baking.

Intended to run and finish a paper after work. Instead I sat around and baked. #procrastination #lazyweave #tastesgoodanyway 🍴👍😋

That’s about it for the month. Job stress/major change and school clouded everything.

I’m really looking forward to the summer. I’m having a dinner party next weekend for all of the people who have been involved in helping me get some stuff accomplished this year (i.e., my mentor) – so that will hopefully be fun. MC’s birthday will be happening and I think his mom has decided to have the party here, so I’m excited about that. Our vacation was on, then off and now back on – just pushed back a month. SUPER excited about that. I’m doing an independent study and have some workshops/presentations to put together and some writing to do, but it’s all stuff I really enjoy – so fingers are crossed that the summer turns this year around.

I’ve been keeping up with exercise, which is really just necessary for my sanity, of course.

I’m still with the trainer one night each week – and now Jon has joined us since he’s home on a consistent basis. She’s working out of a new space that’s really nice and close to home and totally private (meaning it’s not a gym – just a personal training studio) – so it’s been great.

We’re doing a bootcamp each Saturday morning (same trainer/place), which has also been really great. It’s essentially just another hour to an hour and a half of strength training each week, which I love. She’s structured it so we spend about 30 minutes doing 1 minute rotating sets of stuff, then we do 15 minutes of tabata training, then a core portion, then stretching. It’s just a 6 week thing that’s due to end in a couple of weeks, but I’m hoping she keeps it up.

I had been faithfully keeping up with the Hal Higdon plan until last week. I was temporarily derailed by school and feeling anxiety over exams and needing to finish papers, etc. – so I didn’t get my runs in. The week before was a little sketchy, too, in that it rained a lot. I wound up going to the gym every day and doing the elliptical vs. running outside. Not perfect, but it was better than nothing. I’m just too slow to run in heavy rain. (Plus I don’t care enough to torture myself like that.)

Anyway. Back to the grind now that school is done. I’m up to 6M for the long run, I think.

I’ve been halfheartedly keeping up with myfitnesspal, but doing a good job with balance, in general. My pants are looser – though I still can’t comfortably wear a pair of jeans that I wore all the time last summer – so I still have a ways to go.

It’s going to be slow. I guess that’s the way it should be, right? Any rapid weight loss I’ve ever had (i.e., whole30) has been almost immediately followed by a regain of that weight. Just doesn’t work that way. Temporary change results in temporary change, for sure.