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I realize I haven't blogged in a while..

I spent this past weekend back in Washington DC getting trained in Wilderness First Aid. Out in the woods and a tree falls on you, perhaps resulting in a femoral fracture or a head injury? I'm your girl. All of that left me exhausted and pictureless.

Time in Charleston has been enjoyable and relaxing.

I've made new friends..

..spent time with old friends..

...and gotten blood drawn two too many times.

But it'll be worth it when I can run

without fear of any issue

So i'm home..

There's no place like home. I get to enjoy things like home-cooked meals in a clean kitchen, sleeping in, a free gym.. Oh and my family, of course.

And I've gotten to spend a lot of quality time with this guy:

That's Ronnie.

When we first rescued him, he was Scrawny Ronnie. underweight...you get the idea...But after massive amounts of feeding, he became Ronster the Monster. His daily exercise consisted of moving from the couch to the food bowls, then back to the couch (or maybe a different chair if he was feeling particularly ambitious). However, with age and acclimation to a life of luxury (or life with a family that realized that just because the food dish is empty, doesn't mean it has to be refilled) he has slimmed down. He is now a more social cat (almost annoyingly so) and does whatever he pleases with his food (note the location of his tail):

there's no place like home

while it goes without saying that i'd rather not

be home right now given the circumstances,

there are comforts of home that make things better.

free coffee & easy crosswords...

this little kitty..

...and when you stop petting her, this is what happens:

and ronnie, my food inspector...

[not. i don't let my cats touch my food ever since my brother told me i was going to die or get sick after one of our cats licked some cheese i was eating when i was younger]

and, of course, being with old friends...