Spring break is almost over... it's Sunday afternoon. I got back at 11:30 last night (actually, 11:45, because R called on my way into town, "Uh, could you pick up some toilet paper?"), H got back really early this morning from Miami, and F is in an airplane as we speak, flying back from Germany. The dynamic quad will soon be back to normal.
Anyway, I've been in Jacksonville for all of break, working for Runways and hanging out at home. Everyone was sick but me - Mom's just getting over a bad cold, Dad's kind of martyring through what has turned into a sinus infection, and poor C is the worst - she had what we think was the flu, and then it turned into double ear infections; the doctor says her right eardrum might rupture. ("You would not believe how red that thing was," Mom said, "like a stoplight!") Anyway, so everybody was pretty cranky and not much fun to be around, but I wasn't home all that much anyway - Mom and I spent a day out, buying shoes and other things, and I 'babysat' my grandmother with Alzheimers on another day, and the rest of the time I was either working or exercising. I swam twice, ran 2.5 miles twice, and then ran 5 miles on Wednesday night when I was feeling really good.
Yesterday was the only day that really felt like the traditional spring break, though - I went to UNF to swim (4000 yards in an hour and a half, go me!) and then put on my new bikini and went out to the beach. (Yes, I finally found a bikini top that fits, or at least which doesn't quite look like something out of Maxim.) I laid there for an hour or two, listening to Jimmy Buffett on my iPod and reading one of my new books. The tide was all the way in and there weren't that many people on the beach anyway (it was a little cool, with the breeze), but it was nice to be there.
Anyway, now I'm back at school, and facing the reality of a seven-page paper which is due on the 16th. It's not going to get done this weekend (we have a swim meet this Saturday and there's a sprint triathlon on Sunday), so I need to work on it today, but I'm really not feeling motivated. Everyone in the complex who's back from break is lying around out in the courtyard soaking up the sun. The chairs are all taken, so there's no real point in going down, but I'm sick of sitting up here in this room at the computer all the time - or at least it feels like all the time. I haven't seen R all day - my guess is that she's over at the O-Dome pool lying in the sun; rank has its privileges - and H basically dumped all her stuff downstairs and then ran off somewhere with her friends. So I'm home alone again.
Random thought: I sort of wanted to do the River Run this Saturday - that's a big deal in Jacksonville - but our meet is the same day and I'd definitely rather swim than run. Why aren't there 3 days in the weekend?
Anyway, I've been in Jacksonville for all of break, working for Runways and hanging out at home. Everyone was sick but me - Mom's just getting over a bad cold, Dad's kind of martyring through what has turned into a sinus infection, and poor C is the worst - she had what we think was the flu, and then it turned into double ear infections; the doctor says her right eardrum might rupture. ("You would not believe how red that thing was," Mom said, "like a stoplight!") Anyway, so everybody was pretty cranky and not much fun to be around, but I wasn't home all that much anyway - Mom and I spent a day out, buying shoes and other things, and I 'babysat' my grandmother with Alzheimers on another day, and the rest of the time I was either working or exercising. I swam twice, ran 2.5 miles twice, and then ran 5 miles on Wednesday night when I was feeling really good.
Yesterday was the only day that really felt like the traditional spring break, though - I went to UNF to swim (4000 yards in an hour and a half, go me!) and then put on my new bikini and went out to the beach. (Yes, I finally found a bikini top that fits, or at least which doesn't quite look like something out of Maxim.) I laid there for an hour or two, listening to Jimmy Buffett on my iPod and reading one of my new books. The tide was all the way in and there weren't that many people on the beach anyway (it was a little cool, with the breeze), but it was nice to be there.
Anyway, now I'm back at school, and facing the reality of a seven-page paper which is due on the 16th. It's not going to get done this weekend (we have a swim meet this Saturday and there's a sprint triathlon on Sunday), so I need to work on it today, but I'm really not feeling motivated. Everyone in the complex who's back from break is lying around out in the courtyard soaking up the sun. The chairs are all taken, so there's no real point in going down, but I'm sick of sitting up here in this room at the computer all the time - or at least it feels like all the time. I haven't seen R all day - my guess is that she's over at the O-Dome pool lying in the sun; rank has its privileges - and H basically dumped all her stuff downstairs and then ran off somewhere with her friends. So I'm home alone again.
Random thought: I sort of wanted to do the River Run this Saturday - that's a big deal in Jacksonville - but our meet is the same day and I'd definitely rather swim than run. Why aren't there 3 days in the weekend?
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