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So, just to be fair to the kitty (regarding my comment yesterday that she jumped up and really clawed my back in her attempts to climb to my shoulder) I had noticed a few days ago that her claws are getting pointy sharp again, and I need to clip them. I haven't done it yet, so any injuries I sustain are probably largely my own fault.

Also speaking of the kitty, she just makes me laugh. We have this game where I run and hide around corners or behind large things, and she creeps up and pounces on me. I peek my head out now and then to remind her that I'm there. (I have had a few awkward moments where I'm dutifully hiding, only to realize that she has wandered away, off to play with something else.) Anyway, sometimes when I poke my head out, I catch her in mid-creep, as she moves from one hiding place to the next. When that happens, she just freezes in mid-stride, as if I won't see her if she doesn't move. Ha!

Last night, after I posted my blog, as I was getting into bed, I noticed a bruise of some sort under the nail of my big toe. It had been my jogging morning, so I just figured it had been pinched or something during the exercise. But as I got closer and poked at it to see it better, all of a sudden liquid came shooting out. I then realized I had a BLISTER underneath my toe nail. I had no idea such a thing was even possible! How does that even happen??? So, there you have it. My 39th year is proving to be full of new experiences. Gives me reason to look forward to number 40. There are still new things to be discovered out there! (Although I hope they're a little more charming than a blister under a toe nail.)

I have been thinking a lot recently about writing. I have some story ideas, and I sat down to brainstorm and write them all out a week or so ago. It turned into a pretty long list! As I thought out my next steps, I concluded that I need to set aside time each week to do research, and also time every week to write. But then that statement kind of struck me, because in fact, I DO write every week. I write every day, in fact. I takes a chunk of time to write this blog, as well as our weekly update. I wonder how realistic it is to think I can carve out even more hours in my schedule to write. But I really want to.

I took Mr. on a date tonight. It was kind of weird, and we concluded we don't actually know what to do on a date. We never really dated before we were married. It was one of those, "Hi, nice to meet you. Do you think we should get married?" kind of courtships. (OK. There was a space of 3 weeks in there, but you get the idea.) It didn't really leave a lot of time for traditional dating. Anyway, I took him out for one of his favorite meals: Vietnamese pho, ice cream, and then home to watch a movie I had picked out. Being ourselves, though, we stopped the movie in the middle to watch Mythbusters, and then finished the movie afterward. I don't think there was anything outstanding about the evening (the pho place is a regular haunt of ours, and the movie was funny but rather foul), but I think Mr. appreciated me making the effort to plan the "date". Maybe we'll have to do it again sometime.