As Sarah Palin (er Tina Fey) reminded us on Saturday night, global warming is just “God hugging us closer”. I’ve got to believe that something with the earth is out of whack because I spent yesterday evening wearing, among other things, socks and gloves. Given that we’re sub September 21st it’s still technically summer. And even if it were “early fall” what is happening to the time honored California tradition of the Indian summer? Has that been canceled, just like TRL?

I want my MTV, I want to have my cake and eat it too (seriously, I made some cake a day ago and it’s delicious and I haven’t had breakfast yet), and I want my summer and my Indian summer too.

Don’t get me wrong. I love hugs. But, perhaps this hug is a little too tight.


PS: An update on the multitasking from last weekend. It was sexcessful! And no, that’s not a misprint. The 10k took a little longer than it should have, but it was completed without stopping and so I get a gold star. I had questioned whether I really had it in me to listen to Spanish tutorials for 6.2 miles. Apparently I did and it was fantastic except for one word: la palabra. While listening to the vocab section I knew all of the words except for this one. I racked my brain trying to remember the word. La palabra, la palabra, la palabra. What could this word be? What did this word mean? I’m a slow runner and with every step my desire to know this word and my frustration at not knowing this word intensified. Perhaps I’m being a bit dramatic, but I really could not remember this word.

It turns out that the word “la palabra” means “the word”. Sheesh.