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I can’t get up. Fred (the cat) is asleep next to me and he’s snoring and twitching. I don’t want to wake him as it’s really funny. I can’t laugh either, for fear of waking him and getting that “but I was having a good dream” glare.

I have a picture to show of my sister at mile 19 of the Boston Marathon. We went to cheer. We totally forgot to get pictures of the cheering squad. M asked us to have  stash of orange gatorade and shortbread cokies with us so she could have one if needed. The grocery store we found had a 5 pack of 11×17″ very bright poster boards so we also bought a really wide sharpie and wrote all sorts of messages. A few others with her first name were happy to see someone cheering (her name isn’t that common).

If you ever get the chance to attend the Boston Marathon DO IT! Wow. The people. The sheer number of ways that people run. Some people are leaning forwards, others back, some bounce up and down, others float.

A fw other members of my family (*cough* D and Dad *cough*) were very dismissive of my cheering and cowbelling. We were about 100m from the top of the hill before Heartbreak Hill. I was cheering “You’re nearly up this one, you can do it” and “Way to go Patty” or whatever name was on someone’s shirt. I figured if they went to the trouble of writing their name on their shirt, they wanted people to cheer. Many people smiled when I yelled their name or gave me the thumbs up.

The cowbell was also great. Free from a bike race many years ago, I dug it out in the last few minutes of packing. It’s gone into hibernation, but I will pull it out the next time it’s needed.

I’m knitting a blanket for a friend’s baby and yet another pair of socks for D. How’s that for a segue? I’ve got laundry going but the drier is taking forever, hence why I’m still up at midnight on a Thursday. I think school is off for tomorrow.  D’s out partying with my cousins because one is getting married on Saturday.  He’s booked off work, I’ve got nothing to do and the stupid drier is taking forever. Perhaps the sensor is messed up. We’ve had good luck fixing the appliances around here.

Fred just rolled over on his back and is now sleeping like a dog. I think I nearly have him fully converted to dogness.