I have a yoga mat that I have laid out on my living room floor. Usually I use it to stretch after runs. Tonight I used it to lie on my side and put an ice pack on my hip. Apparently I have trochanteric bursitis in my left hip. That’s what my doctor says. I have a little over a week to heal before I run a half marathon in New Orleans. That’s assuming that the X-ray I got the other day comes back normal.

If I ran a solid ten miler four weeks before a half, will I lose all of that endurance? I guess I’m going to find out.

I took my laptop home tonight so I could do a little work. It turns out that the trackpad on my work computer won’t let me drag files between windows, which I needed to do to upload files. So, I had to take the train back to the office just to use a mouse to finish my work for the day.

I’m watching the Red Sox beat the Houston Astros. The Astors used to be called The Colt 45s. At some point they said, “Uh, should we have a team named after a gun?” Apparently not. The owner decided to rename them the Astros just because of Houston’s role in the space program. And from there came Astro Dome and Astro Turf.

The suggestion that I got for this post was “nonsense,” so, I feel perfectly fine talking about nothing at all.

I wouldn’t say that I’m in a funk but I’m definitely in a stretch where daily life is leaving little time to think about writing. It’s nothing particularly stressful, nothing particularly challenging, just daily life.

Sometimes you just have a day that seems full from beginning to end. Then you sit down to write and realize that all you’ve got to work with is your day. So, you talk about your hip, your laptop, Astro Turf.