Sad news! Irene had blood drawn yesterday and she's anemic! Quite anemic. So anemic, in fact, that she's taking iron supplements, refraining from vigorous exercise, and beginning to eat meat again. It's hard to believe, but of the three becoming an omnivore is not the most important. Why? Irene will not be running the Boston Marathon. Irene will not be running the Boston Marathon.
Luckily, Morgan Memorial Goodwill has agreed to simply hold the money and save space for her to run next year. She's still down about it, of course.
Less consequential but also disappointing is that I've seem to have lost my taste for fiction. It's quite a claim, but I recently read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, I'm working on White Noise, and I've got Our Town on deck. But I've got to say, I haven't enjoyed what I've seen so much. And White Noise and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy are supposed to be quite funny. Not that I haven't enjoyed them, but ... I haven't really enjoyed them, certainly.
Apparently you have an increasingly humorless child.
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