Walking fool

I have been the absolute soul of consistency when it comes to walking this week. I've been hitting the treadmill hard and it's felt good. If it ever dips below 90 for more than a minute and a half, I may actually start walking outside again. Thankfully my next 5K starts at 7 in the morning so it shouldn't be too miserable outside that early.

The Saint has been working out too and I think I almost have him convinced to start walking in 5Ks with me. I told him it would be a bonding experience and something we can do together since most of our hobbies are solitary pursuits (reading for me & drawing for him).

Last night I noticed that Ronan, furbaby #4, has a pretty big bald spot on his head! I had seen it over the weekend but I initially thought it was small. Like maybe one of the other cats pulled some fur off his head during a tussle. When I really looked at it last night and moved the fur around, I saw just how big it is and completely freaked! It's not quite the size of a dime but still, it seems awfully big to me.

I, of course, starting crying and worrying that he has a brain tumor. The Saint tried to settle me down but this is my BABY we're talking about. So he said if it would make me feel better to call the vet. Which I did this morning and we have an appointment for Saturday morning so I can stew about this for 2 days. And it doesn't matter that Ro seems fine in all other respects.

Normally, Ronan is all about The Saint but for the last two nights he's slept draped over my ankle and in the morning he's been snuggling in bed with me until I have to get up. I hope to God nothing serious is wrong with him.