Stonkered

I haven't had much trouble with the little pope eating out until today. He appeared at home soon after I got home from work and he was sad. I know the signs and he has a sore tummy. I'm pretty I know where he's eaten too. 
That will have to wait until tomorrow.

I didn't sleep well last night and wondered how I'd run tonight. It was surprisingly good and I got a coaching tip that made a big different. Not to squeeze everything I need to do in preparation for the last day of the working week tomorrow.