Oh great.

In local news, there is an item in today's paper that says Michael Jackson is in town and looking to buy some property around here. Wonderful. Just what we need, an unconvicted alleged sex offender in the area. And more helicopters and security entourages and people on shopping sprees with bad credit. At least I can be fairly confident he won't bother my girls, they're probably not his type. Hard to imagine that he's just about one year younger than me.

The cold is still here. I may go for a test-run today, but I'm coughing a lot. It might be a test walk.

Hoping to get the broken laptop fixed today. Of course, my wifi router also got fried in the lightning attack so we can't use that. . . .

I got nothin'

Slow week. Home again with sick kids (one week at Y camp can mean only one thing: let's discover a new virus!!!) and no babysitter this week. Which means no workouts for Nancy Toby. Which means my stomach is blobbing out of my shorts again. My husband is arriving tonight, so I'm just hoping tomorrow will dawn bright and sunny (in contrast to the lousy forecast of 30% chance of rain) so that I can go to morning lap swim and maybe even a bike ride.

I have a 12km-73km-8km duathlon next weekend and every time I think about it those distances are getting longer and longer and longer in my mind.

And come to think of it, I have a scratchy throat and a cough too. . . .