My heart bleeded, girl

I'm tired. I've hit that point in marathon training where I'm doing the runs I need to, but can't summon up the energy for any cross-training. Also, I'm hungry.

Heading to Cbus for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I'm going to try and leave early. Between Lois heading to Indianapolis, Larry's sister heading from Indy to Cbus, and Ashley heading from Oxford to Cbus, I'm guessing we'll all be waving at each other on I70. I had to find someone else to come check on Lucy and feed the fish, since Lois is going away, too.

Speaking of Lucy, there's a house two doors down from Larry's that's for sale. If we bought it, the mortgage payment would be half of what his rent is, and Lucy could be there with us. I'd like for his landlady to sell us her house, but my I'm not real optimistic on that one.

Anyway, in NHL CBA "negotiation" news, the League won't talk about player contract issues until the core economics are settled, and the PA won't talk about the core economics until the League addresses the player contract issues.

And I'm about to spend five days with people who are only politely interested and will stare at me in bemusement if when I start talking about make whole provisions and entry level contracts and back-diving contracts and linkage and revenue sharing and hockey related revenue - I'm sorry, Hockey Related Revenue - and posturing for the media and the fact that they ORDERED PIZZA LAST NIGHT FOR THEIR MEETING. Like, I know about all these things!

Okay, maybe "alarm" works better here than "amusement."

This, however, is awesome. Happy Birthday, Patrick Kane