I babysat the Ns last night. The oldest had multiple nosebleeds, the niece had a teeny, tiny, nearly-invisible scrape on her toe that was preventing her from sleeping, and the youngest was an utter terror until I realized he was just missing his Buddy (a stuffed animal that he won’t sleep without). Exhausting. I got blood on my pants, but I was about to donate them anyway because they don’t fit.

I got my hair cut on the weekend and I don’t know what the chick did to my bangs but they are effed. Luckily they have some time to grow before SF because I plan to be talking to the camera a lot that week. My nephew warned me not to drop my camera in the water on the ferry to Alcatraz (where I’m also instructed to keep an eye out for sharks and take pictures if I see any), and not to let K push me in either.

I was out of commission much of the past week with a head cold (the sore throat from the previous week wasn’t as over as I thought) and of course I’ve been jetting back and forth to my parents’ to try to check the basement for squatters and such. Yesterday I finished off my clothes shopping for my trip (I think) so all that remains is the elusive bag (or an acceptable alternative, more likely) and possibly a laptop sleeve (especially if the appropriate bag doesn’t materialize and I end up using my parents’ carry-on).

So Work-K and I have decided to do the Weekend to End Breast Cancer in September. It’s going to be a big challenge, both in terms of fundraising (you have to commit to collecting $2000 each) and the walk itself, which is 60 km over two days. I figure that’s about six hours of walking each day (based on doing the Rankin Run’s five km in one hour). Right now the forecast is suh-weet — 24, no chance of run, some clouds.

I’m also looking forward to hiking Shorts Hills with T next weekend. That’s going to be awesome. I can break in some of my new hiking clothes.