It was a long night, that whole puking every half hour. He's been prone for most of the week, too.. He's been back to the doctor, pronounced with stomach bug, more ear infections, and another sinus infection. (Perhaps the last one didn't go away). Anyways, it was a long week.
Mrs. Raul got the next bit of the short end of the stick, picking up Mini Raul's stomach bug.
I lucked out, and came out of this (thus far) with a head cold. Whatever. No big deal there.
Mini Raul finally showed some signs of life late this afternoon, so here's hoping we've turned the corner...
Last Sunday, I did another long run.. 7 miles. Tried out the plain strawberry Gu. Not terrible. I didn't run again until today, Saturday, where I did a 5 mile tempo run.. I mixed in a couple of the P90X DVDs and a couple of rest days.. It was an unplanned recovery week. lol
I did do some baking and cooking..
Those are Irish soda bread, followed by slow cooked minestone. The soup was fantastic, and I plan to make it again.
When I heard Mrs. Raul was getting ill, I whipped up some bread:
This turned out better than my first batch, too!
Tonight, I took some of that bread and made some garlic bread:
So, other than that, the only noteworthy thing was this story.. I'm looking out the window the other morning, and I see this:
Not sure if you can read that, but it's a van that has "S.W.A.T." on the side. That's something you don't see every day. This is a picture I snapped after the action was over, the guys are piling back in.
Turns out, someone was busy selling some H, and the police caught wind of it.. Took down a small ring of people. I'm thinking now, there's a vacuum and a need... perhaps a second career?
Ah well, keep on rockin, with or without your opium.