I made it through January. WE made it. Good job, everyone. I don't want to be a winter-hater; in fact, I would love to love every time of year. But I am, and I don't, so whilst I attempt to think of a way to change that, I'll just be glad one more month is behind us. Yay. In January I:
1. Hardly read anything! Until the last week, in which I read Oregon Trail by Rinker Buck. It made me want to camp. Also, winter always makes me want to camp, because I can't.
2. Kept running regularly.
3. Entered trimester #3.
The other members of my family built lots of forts in the living room, played with pink baby and 'ittle baby and big baby and horseys, got a new job and watched a lot of tv. And the short ones fought a lot and took excessive baths.
It's February now! In February I:
1. Am 31.5 today. Happy half birthday, me!
2. Am going to a family history conference called Roots Tech all by myself this weekend. For two whole days. It is going to be like a vacation.
3. Will try to keep running but I'm not making any promises.
The other members of my family will build forts in the living room, play with all the babies and horseys, start a new job and watch a lot of tv. And the short ones are going to stop fighting but will continue taking pointless baths.