No, it's not an earthquake. It's me pounding the forest floor into submission. I've been "running." I am using the "Couch to 5k" running plan. So far it's okay, I have not yet collapsed, spasmed, or died, so I guess I'll keep doing it.
As mentioned previously, I walk to the local wooded area which has a convenient loop of trail running through it, smooth and wide enough for the borrowed jogging stroller to manage quite easily. There I "run" where a girl and her ass can have a little privacy. It's ever so slightly hilly which keeps it from being as intensely boring as it could be. The baby doesn't seem to mind although it's a long stretch in the stroller and she gets pretty antsy by the end. Next time I'll take a ball or something and we'll stop in the grassy park on the way home for a little horseplay.
The siding continues to appear on the house, maddeningly slowly but appearing nonetheless. Our siding guy is perhaps the kindest individual on the planet and accomodates the baby's nap schedule, so he can expect a hefty tip when this is all over. In cash.
Naturally we've thrown a monkeywrench into the works by deciding now is the right time to put up a covered patio area, which would have to be attached to the house. This really is the right time but we coulda thought of this sooner I think. Anyway he's leaving the upper part of the back wall of the house un-sided until we decide, which is not a problem for him. He still has the side and front and gables to do.
Well, off to finish up my dreary household tasks and get ready for bed. I'm so tired. Yesterday I woke up at 4am and couldn't get back to sleep, so I'm still catching up from that.