Self-portrait with a cat (or the art of running in

This was most of my day: the plan was to read, all day, this novel for an article. But, Lea had seen Andre's picture from yesterday (or had smelled the cat on me) and decided that a book didn't fit in her idea for the day. So she played interference. In another life, she must have been either a politician, or a footballer. Something like that.

When I wasn't fighting with the cat for hair-free air, I was doing laundry (yay! finally finished the whole basket!), and running inside. Yep. I've been wanting to run for a while, even dreaming about it, but officially, I'm not allowed to because of injuries. Well, that was the party line a few years ago. Since I'm getting younger by the day, I decided to try, inside, and see what happens. So I ran inside my (tiny) apartment, for about 7 minutes, and I'm pleased to report that, aside from the disgruntled cat who tried to decide if she should jump me when I passed her, no injuries occured (nor did the downstairs neighbor complain). There will be more indoor testing, of course, before I dare to run outside.