103 - friday

hi! I'm back in georgia and have almost a WEEK of blogging to catch up on. why so delinquent? 

because I got all the way to rhode island, only to realize I left this bag on the table at home. this bag contains: my ipod charger, my garmin charger, my computer and phone chargers, and...

you guessed it, my mother effing camera cord. 

hi. you were supposed to come to rhode island with me. 

so on top of five days of music-free running (that made for a long ten miles on monday morning), the blog has been neglected. but fear not. I am back, I am armed with my camera cable, and I have pictures and moments to share.

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I got to my mom's house very late on thursday night - nearly midnight - and after surprising my clueless brother we stayed up talking well into the night. by the time I was tired and ready for bed, it was 2am. so friday morning, I decided to sleep in. luckily, I had company.

the pup's favorite activity is sleeping

fun fact: rhode island is so much further north than georgia that it has dramatically different daylight hours. georgia sunrise at this time of year is about 6:30am. in rhode island, the sun is up at quarter past 5. when there's no curtains on your bedroom windows and you're used to an hour and a half more night time darkness, this is a jarring discovery. it makes "sleeping in" a tall task.

my brother and sister were both working, so for dinner, mama and I had steamers and lobster. the morning thunderstorms had given way to a beautiful night, and we sat out on the patio eating our delicious meal. 

sorry, giant lobster. now you go in the pot to die. 

I should be up front about this: with minor variations on the theme, I spent my entire five days in rhode island relaxing, snuggling the puppy, slipping carelessly into and out of little catnaps, and eating a lot of lobster. it's my favorite food and it's almost impossible to come by in georgia. I will not apologize for the 5 pounds I devoured total indulgence. 

the fish counter at the grocery store in rhode island. fresh seafood doesn't exist in middle georgia. this is food porn to me. I shall revisit it the next time I find myself pouting over frozen tilapia.