Random Thoughts

Today is one of those days of frantic, whizzing thoughts.  I deflected most of those thoughts onto Kindly-Eared-Spouse who took the abuse for about an hour tonight.  But here's what I've got left.

- Sidekick Sister asked for broccoli for a mid-morning snack...and for lunch too.  She ate it all up with a smile.  "Ummm?  I said.  "Uhhhh?"  I continued.  "OK."  She's planning on having big muscles.  Did I mention she sometimes puts herself down for naps?  She's nuts.  I love her.

- There was a frigid, toe-numbing, cold wind sweeping o'er the plain when I went running today.  For the first quarter mile I thought maybe I should give up, cry, and go home, but I knew I'd get warmer.  And I did.  After 6 miles I came home with a pocket full of endorphins and a lot of gratitude for prior poor-weather running experience.  Experience is such a darned good teacher - I could give her an apple every day and never give her enough.

- We didn't go anywhere today.  I'm a bit compulsive about going somewhere everyday.  I kind of think a bomb is going to go off in our house if I don't manage to get everybody in the car and away from the premises before night falls.  But today the library was closed, it was cold, and nobody wanted to go to the big city.  And you know what, we had ourselves a good time with no explosions and minimal time-outs.  Who'da guessed?

- Tomorrow is the beginning of the Republican primaries.  Anybody else got the flutters in their stomachs like they're about to watch their favorite college football team's bowl game?  I am just now able to admit to myself that I want Romney to win.  Maybe I've avoided acknowledging my Romney preference to myself because I didn't want to think of myself as a narrow-minded home-teamer what with he and I sharing a religion and all.  But I think even more, I was persuaded to Mitt during my Dad's Christmas visit.  Not that my Dad would ever want me to think what he thinks just because he thinks it - that's the last thing my Dad would want I think in fact.  But what my Dad said seemed reasonable to me and, I'm not ashamed to say it, I think my Dad is pretty thoughtful and smart.  That said, if it comes to a race between Mitt and Obama, I still haven't sold all my Obama stock yet.  I'd prefer his foreign policy the last four years over what I know the Republican hard-line would have been.  But Mitt is a moderate...Geez, I better stop now.  Who wants to hear about someone else's politics without asking first anyway?  Awkward. 

I think that's a wrap.  So I'm going to bed now.  Happy primaries to all and to all a good night.