Monday morning...

I get up with all determination to get the mini on the bus and head to the gym. Alas, not to happen. The mini is in the paper today for donating her hair! How cute?? so I field phone calls, scan the article, share with the husband, email the family. The gym, but a dream. But oh, my treadmill! I am SO proud - not only did I get on and stay on, I ran!! Don't know how long because the batteries died in the unit that tracks that. Why isn't this connected to the electricity that runs the whole machine? So confused. Either way, sweat ensued. Now I am headed to the dermatologist for a yearly body check. whoops, after a shower. Pale girl, freckles, blue yes - yes, the dermatologist is my friend.