Am I alive? I think so. Yesterday is a mad blur, a smudge on my otherwise-faultless memory. I made my infamous mojitos for everyone who came by, and from that point on, the moment the sinful concoction touched my lips, I don't really remember one goshdarn thing. Today I pay the price, with bottomless cups of coffee, cold water, and aspirin.
Needless to say I basically took yesterday and today off from my tri training. I actually intended to head to the pool for an easy swim this afternoon, but I think the Y is actually closed today. I'll have to make up for it over the next couple of days, combining daily workouts double-time to make up for the loss. My poor achy body!
My apartment is also finally back to normal since Will moved in last weekend. I was having my doubts, but after a solid week of unpacking and rearranging everything, it does actually seem like this might work out. Anyone who'd walk into this place today would think we've been living together forever. And it actually even feels that way to me, but in a good way.
I drove up to Potter Hollow on Tuesday, on the one-year anniversary of my Dad's passing. It was a pretty intense day and I don't want to write about it, but while I was up there I spent some time at our family house, which was recently put on the market. We aren't very satisfied with the photos the realtor took, so I took my own and sent them off to my Mom, who will in turn forward them to the realtor for use on their website. Once the photos get on there I'll spread the link around to see if it can catch more interest from potential buyers. But for now, here's a couple of the photos I took. It was a beautiful, perfect summer day, and the photos required very little retouching to bring out just how perfect a day it was, and how amazing the property really is. For my Mom's sake, I hope the estate sells soon, and I hope it gets bought by good people.