On Thursdays, I think about how awesome my dog and cat have it. Gunner forcibly moved me off the couch last night, because I was in the spot he wanted to pass out in. AND I LET HIM. And really, I think it's adorable when my animals pass out anywhere, because it means that they are not terrorizing me for at least 5 minutes.
On Thursdays, I continue to ponder the perfection of this sign along the bike path near my work. I ran on my lunch break yesterday, which I've never done before, and it was on that run that I found this sign. I think this sign created some sort of magic for me, because despite the brutal wind, despite how hard it felt, I got back to the office feeling beyond fantastic. And those good feelings held for the rest of my day.
On Thursdays I ponder how cool it is to swab your cheeks and register to be a bone marrow/blood stem cell donor. Ammon thinks I have some strange obsession with giving up my genetic material, given I donated my eggs. I had to pause at that, because he could be right. However, I like to hope that it's just that people have really sad stories, and I like to help people find a happy ending. I also ponder how PMS has brought me the world's most giant zit on my cheek. Worst place for a zit ever.