WELL HELLO HIP FLEXOR!

 There must be something in the air.  It's a lovely 54 degrees this morning.  I've no idea what got into me, but at 6:30 I was out in the farmland walking like I knew what I was doing.

Suddenly I remembered the days of old when I was running in preparation for the next marathon.  Hmmm I wonder if I can still do that.  Something in my head should have said H-E-Q-Q NO ... but that didn't happen.  Instead, I began to run.  More like jogging actually, until my breathing became short.  That's when you take one HUGE breath and begin to feel like you can run forever. 

I distinctly remember my legs saying NO NO NO, but I kept going anyway.  I don't know what got into me, other than to say I just had to see if I could still do it.  

Two miles later, I had a long shadow heading back home.  Well, I DID IT, but a few hours after than, I got the wake up call.  HELLO HIP FLEXORS!!!  My how you are complaining and wreaking your revenge on me.  I was okay as long as I stayed SAT on the couch, but standing up was another story.  Advil was my friend.

Kitters could have cared less.  She slept most of the day, having confiscated her chair back from company.  She could barely keep her eyes open.  It must have been a fun night between 10:00 when she went out, and 4:00 when she came back in.  Cooper goes out at 4, so it was a win win!!

Though I really wanted to go to Costco and get my cash-back cash, I had to wait at home for this delivery.  I placed an order on Saturday, and received all of it except the oil.  I followed my phone app which showed the guys car coming my direction.  Suddenly it changed directions and went off roading.  What the heck?  

I better wait outside to be sure he doesn't leave it down the street.  He got here ... I saw the bag full of oil ... but he didn't want to relinquish it.  He spoke VERY little English.  I think it was some Indian language, or maybe Punjabi ... I've no idea, but truly I could not understand a word he said.  

He could not get his phone to work to say it was delivered.  No kidding ... his phone had a screen that was so badly damaged, I'm surprised it worked at all ... and he just would not give up the package until he could get the app to work.  Finally he called his boss ... and there was not an English word spoken.  At long last they told him to take it to the back door.  Well ... I'm right here, but okay.  He laughed and said something, but all I got out of it was 5-star review.  Okay, that's what I did because he was really trying hard and I DID end up with the oil.

By then it was lunchtime, and I had this brilliant idea to make a Taco Bell crunch wrap with a hamburger.  Surprisingly, I barbecued the burger to perfection.  Almost.  I should have flattened it like a pancake.  I added cheese, tomatoes, lettuce and avocado, then fried it up.  The mustard and ketchup on top was a BIG mistake.  The thing came out HUGE with condiments dripping all over the table when I tried to eat it.  Not bad really, but better luck next time.

Trying not to stiffen up so I couldn't walk at all, I grabbed the box of Blue Def.  You all know what this is ... diesel engine juice.  I swear these boxes used to be MUCH bigger.  

I was a little concerned about holding it up this high to fill the money guzzling tank.  It was weird that I got a dashboard message the last time I drove that it needed a drink when the gauge said it was HALF FULL.  Thankfully they have changed the fill spout and I was able to lift it with no problem.  Glug glug glug.

I checked the gauges and it now said 3/4 full.  So 2.5 gallons is only 1/4 of a tank?  That can't be right.  I do keep a two quart container full in the back just in case I run out completely, since it appears the gauge is wrong.

With that done, I took more Advil and cursed my hip flexors ... and my stupidity for running WAY too far ... before cuddling with Mr. Cooper on the couch.  

The moon came out early with another weird ring around it.  I grabbed my camera for a FABULOUS picture, only to find yet another battery dead as a doornail.  What is it with me and batteries?

I grabbed my phone, so this is the best I got.  The battery is charging and maybe I'll get another chance tonight.

On BINGO night, there should be an amazing RARE full worm moon with a full eclipse.  Lucky for the East Coast, that will happen between 6 and 7 in the morning.  Here, it will be at 3:33 am they say, so unless Kitters is crying at the door, I doubt I will have a change to photograph it.  Especially considering it's on BINGO night.  

Yes that's right ... the worst kind of full moon will be experienced at the Magic Castle Tuesday night.  Pray for me!!!!!