Friday

Got up at 5 am. It took me a long ass time to get ready, but I finally got into my running gear. The Cos and I went out for a 10k. At the 5k point, I had to poo really badly, but the sun had already come up so I had to squat behind a low brick wall, my face and torso in plain sight and emptied myself of the world's largest Hershey's Kiss. The dog came running up to check it out.

But I'm a responsible boy scout. I packed it out using the Cos's poo bags. I can't ever go back there in the daytime unless I wear a rubber Richard Nixon mask.

Made it home. I fed the dog. Took a hot bath. Counted my blessings that I didn't have an additional buttsplosion.

Left for work.

I met M, the Koala and the dog at a train station. We drove across town to our life coach. The life coach put us back on track. We got crappy Thai food. The Koala befriended the waitress and insisted on going into the kitchen the entire time we were there.

We got coffee, we tried to walk around the Alster for a bit. The Koala splashed in mud puddle after mud puddle.  It wasn't the walk that M had in mind. It was annoying to have to watch out for the dog and make sure the Koala didn't either run into the lake or into traffic. I now fully understand and appreciate parents who leash their kids.

We put her in the sling despite hefty protests after which she promptly fell asleep. We finally were able to walk along the water in peace.

Some other stuff happened. Something something something. Car. Surprisingly no crying in the car seat. Home. Yoga. Sleep.

Long day. Good day. I was thrilled about my hair.