mission med vet, by the way, is the most depressing place i've ever been. when we got there, a family was in tears over the loss of their dog. and as we were waiting to be discharged, we witnessed a woman being given her dead cat in a box. she tried to get her son to leave, but he was too upset to move, so she sat down in the waiting room, opened the box, and began to stroke the white fur of her cat -- all while moaning, "oh, precious. oh, oh."
needless to say, i was in tears.
got home about 11:30 that night, woke up at 7:30 saturday for a 4-mile run. and then went off to womego kansas to visit b's sister. that's where i ate the most amazing chicken of my life. why so amazing you ask? because it was topped with mustard, herbed BUTTER. omg.
and because you've read all the way through this post without quitting, you must care that i watched charlie wilson's war last night. was unimpressed. went to church this morning. looked at houses, and then went on another run.
now, time to make fish and veggies.