I mostly love that I go to bed at 10 and wake up at 5:30. . . . Alright, alright, I'm not overjoyed about the 5:30 but C* and S* make up for it. And being able to run without dying has felt incredible. This Saturday, C* ran her first official 5K and dominated-- we placed 6th and 7th for the women (I won't say out of how many. ha). Then S* and I battled the pellet-snow for 9 miles. "We're tough." All in all, my body is happy with the treatment it's receiving.

But my mind misses these late nights. Sure I'll regret it tomorrow, but C*'s birthday cake had to be made! And what better time to bake than the witching hour?

Tomorrow will hopefully bring the phone call I've been anxiously awaiting since Friday AM. Every time my phone buzzes on my desk, I jolt and snatch it up. So far, no dice. This call is going to help me determine where to go and what to be. I sure hope it keeps me here.  I'm not done with you yet Utah.