No, really. With a K.

Workout stats from Friday and Saturday will be coming later today, after I get home. Noah has a choir performance this afternoon that I'm attending, and then I'm hoping I can take him home afterward. Then I can sit at the house and moan for a while before I drag my ass to the gym.

My foot felt better this morning than it has lately, but it's still not ready for running. Not ready for prime-time, as they say. I can probably walk a pretty fair distance, but it will surely be hotter than the blazes by 3:00 or so. It's only slightly cooler than the blazes right now. I guess if we're going to have some early July, it might as well be at a time when I'm not itchin' to get out there and run.

It was a hot weekend, too. Due to the joys of advance scheduling, Noah's soccer game was at noon on Saturday. Noon. It was 92 degrees in the shade, and there is no such thing as shade on those soccer fields. It was freakin' hot, and the kids who are normally clamoring to play 10 periods were ready to quit after 6. I can't say I blame them...I was ready to quit watching after one or two. Despite sunscreen (whose expiry status may have been questionable), the whole family is sporting sunburns varying in intensity from "got a little sun"(Noah) to "OH MY GOD my legs are on FIRE"(Rob). Mine's just on my shoulders and my chest, and should be okay by mid-week. Stupid tank top.

--later--

I'm at home now. Noah's choir performance turned out to be a drum performance, and I missed it anyway because I left work later than I intended and they were the first act in the show. I wish I had known this before I sat through the whole rest of the program. It was an end-of-year talent show at the elementary school. Aaaand let's just leave it at that. :) On the bright side, I took Noah home afterward, and we've been hanging at the house since then.

I got word yesterday that my cousin's wife had a baby boy. I'm very happy for them, and I hear he's a beautiful baby. I almost choked when my brother told me what they named him, though. I was half hoping that he had heard it wrong, maybe my cousin slurred his words in his excitement, whatever. Because surely no one in their right mind would name a child something that outrageous. When I talked to my aunt this afternoon, though, she confirmed it right down to an unusual spelling. I'd type it here, but I'm pretty sure he's the only one by that name in the entire known universe, and I don't want to hurt the parents' feelings if they happen to google it.

Let's just say that his first name is the same as a certain sheriff of Hazzard County, and his middle name is an abbreviation for a piece of demolition equipment, or perhaps what you might call someone who is taking a nap. He's certainly not going to be able to find novelty pencils and toy license plates with his name on them, that's for sure.

My relatives who live up there are saying that now that he's a day old, the initial "seriously?!" effect of the name has worn off, and it's sort of growing on them. Still, I can't imagine living 70-100 years with it. I guess it's a good icebreaker for him at parties, if nothing else, but I suspect the kid will going by R. D. by the time he's old enough to drive. Or maybe, as my aunt pointed out, "Ros".

But, you know, to each his own. He's healthy and they're happy, and that's all that matters in the end. I'm just hoping that by the time I actually go up there and have a chance to see him, I can say his name with a straight face. I've got till September, at least.