Yesterday was good. M.W. and Kiki went skydiving, and I stayed on the ground and took their pictures. Got a free bottle of good wine "7 Deadly Zins" out of it, free lunch, and a little more heartached; I really regretted the loss of this relationship on every level.
Although a good point was when I realized that I loved M.W. -- still do -- but that I'm not "in love" like I used to be. It's healing, finally.
So I bet you're wondering why Chipmunk Races? Well, I'll tell you: Went on a bike ride yesterday from here, up the hill, to back home again. It was 52 miles! My bum and knees hurt. My face is sunburnt (is that a word?) and I'm tiiiiirrrrreeeeddd.
There were two incidents with chipmunks that made me laugh: sitting on the side of the road, they would run their fool heads off -- as fast as they could -- for about 20 feet when I came along side them! I loved it. Raced with a bird once (in a car), but this took the cake! Also saw two mule dear from about 3 feet away, as well as a wild turkey, same distance. I love nature!
(note: Monday morning, I posted this from bed, because my a$$ feels like it's going to fall off!).
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