I can't even make my brain do the thinkeymaking anymore. Hollywood - over. Nick&Jessica - divorced. No - they're not. Scientology spawn.
In less-weird news, M.Bro is turning into a little runner. After a summer of training for Max-o-Mania that was mostly me dragging her out the door, she's been self-motivatedly running for almost three weeks now. And, from what she says, going further and faster and happier than when we were training. Could it be that she just doesn't like the pressure of some terrible event hanging over her. Yes, it could indeed be. When I got home today - a note on the table - "4:00 - out running - back around 5:30" and a new file saved on the desktop called "Half-marathon plan".