Apex....again. ugh.

Finally starting to feel human again after nearly two weeks of trying to avoid drowning on my own sinus slime. Today pup and I went back to Apex, wanting to stay close to home since the forecast called for showers and an encroaching snow storm. The day was sunny, a slight breeze, and low 50's as we headed up the trail.

I took NO pictures today as my main focus was gasping breathing. I honestly felt slightly hypoxic half-way up Argos' Trail as my heart pounded fiercely and I felt a little woozy. I had to walk a little, allowing myself the excuse to slow down because of my cold. I was trying to send the little buggers irritating my sinuses an eviction notice, but I did not want them to take the liberty of moving out of my head and down into my chest as it seems to often happen with me. I ran-walked up the trail feeling less than enthusiastic about all this uncomfortable exertion. This shit was painful. I stopped often to catch my breath, spit a lot of gunk out, and let Argos be his fun-loving self by playing in the snow patches and throwing him a stick. He had been starting to get a little "needy" and clingy this morning and I suspected he was due a run.

He kept following me into every single room, his flank constantly pressed against my knee. When I stopped, he would stop, sit down, and look away from me like this whole thing was just a coincidence. It was pathetic, adorable, and slightly annoying. I was trying to get a few things sewn today as I am trying to "start" my own little side business of handmade crafts: reusable sandwich wraps (I love these!), aromatherapy neck pillows, aprons, pot holders, soaps, candles, etc. you get the picture... He followed me into my craft room and slumped down onto the floor, resting his jowls on the sweater I had tossed on the floor because my tea was making me sweat. He laid there and would stretch his front paws out then let out a not-so-subtle sigh, again looking away from me like it wasn't him. Uh huh. After the fourth yawn/sigh I dropped my sewing and just looked at him.

"Fine" I said. "Let's go get geared up and go for a run." He just looked at me as he non-chalantly followed me up to the bedroom. Like flipping a light switch his whole demeanor changed as soon as he saw me pulling on my running capris. Mopey turned into "oh my god we're going for a run!!!" hysteria as if he had no idea all that sighing and stalking me was going to have an effect. Seriously....

Nearly 6 miles later I have a pooped pup, a hot cup of tea, and I am back in my craft room a happy girl. Keep your eyes peeled for a new link and website for Twisted Daisies- and I am just starting to set up a store on Etsy.com. Find it under 2TwistedDaisies.