Old women should not run

So, my day yesterday didn't exactly go as planned. When do they---you might ask. Recently, never, I would have to answer.But it was a good day. I spent it with son number one, or kiddo number two, however you choose to look at it, and daughter number only or kiddo number one came over for lunch. I did rehang most everything on my walls, and I like the outcome. I also went and picked up my series 6 study manual for my state test...holy crap, holy cow, holy sonofagun. Learning everything in that book will take at least forty-two years, and that will just be the first run through. I have a headache already, just thinking about it. Then, we went and got my address changed on my drivers license...yes, I know fun stuff, but necessary. They took a new photo---I look like I'm getting ready to kiss someone...I was talking, as usual, and he took the picture anyway...but hey---another one of "those" tasks, completed.

Last evening, the three of us went across the street and had dinner, then came home and picked up CrazyDog and took her out for a RUN. Yes, I said run. It seemed like such a good idea at the time. Recently, when I am out walking, I have the urge to break into a trot...but I generally resist. I should have done that last evening, as well. OMG ---- pain in places where I didn't know I had places, ow-ow-ow. This am, walking is very painful. I am hoping that improves soon as I have a full day at the Ice Cream Store---doing the last lunch for the factory employees, and then finishing up the cleaning. Stupid, much?

Have an awesome Thursday. :)