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This week has been an adventure again, but it's drawing to a close.  Here's what's been going on:

Julie's been training for a marathon.  Tonight, she ran 18 miles!  That's a 30K.  Amazing.  My wonderful runner wife is tearing it up.  I know she enjoys running, but I feel like these distances may start to feel more like work than like pleasure, so I'm thrilled that she's still so happy about it.  She impresses me so much with all she can do.

Tristan, today, lost his pal dog.  Dog got to come along to the library today, and there was a kid at the library that was just an absolute chore.  Sometime in the confusion of dealing with that kid and going to the bathroom, dog went missing.  When we got home, he was struggling with it some, but seemed to be getting over it pretty quickly.  Then bedtime hit.  He's convinced that dog is still at the library, and he was somewhat okay with dog spending the night there, but he was concerned because dog is scared of the monster and needs Tristan to hug him and hold him close so that he won't be scared anymore.  Needless to say, if dog is at the library, he doesn't have Tristan there, and he may be scared the whole night.  Well, Tristan did fall asleep, which was good.  However, he woke up a couple hours later and cried out, "No dog 'brary [library].  Dog come home.  Please."  I think tomorrow, dog will be coming home.  We thought it'd end up being a lesson for Tristan in loss, but he's just so upset.  He's a big lover, and he just cares so much.

Well, Lucy is up, so here's the end of this post.