Funny little mood this week - uncertain, unlike myself, neutral and a little bit blank. June going crazy all around me with blooms and storms and business. Trash, which is what I have named the porch cat, is blowing up like a football even though I have her spay/termination of any pregnancy surgery scheduled for Tuesday after the festival. They were busy; they had to schedule her in. I told the house sitter, "there's not insubstantial chance that she has kittens all over the porch while you're here... if she does... I guess... use your best judgement to handle the situation?" At least Trash is friendly and I've already been doing the little things like flea medicine and such. Any kittens she has should be cute, accessible, and easy to find homes. But in my heart, I'm getting unfortunately attached to that little cat herself. 

I think I might have shin splints for the first time in my running life! I'd always felt slightly superior for having not had them, as if I had done something right and everyone else was just unlucky. "Look at me, the professional runner, I've trained my muscle and bone tissue not to have microtears, weird, why didn't you think of doing that?" Silly, right? I was stupid to think so. But... I am wondering if it's from changing up my shoe. My running routine is so regular these days - 5 miles every weekday: easy, easy. Not something that should suddenly change up my bones. It must be a shoe thing. For not the first time, I wish I had someone to talk to about these little running problems, and also these little everythings. Sometimes my brain feels so disconnected. It's like when I was accidentally poisoned with drugs and I had this persistent, almost supernatural understanding of the wide gulf between myself and everyone still in my life. 

Tomorrow will be Redwings. Hot, hot, hot. I should be packing.