My oh my what a wonderful day–
It’s absolutely beautiful day out. I meant to get up and take the dog for a walk, but Ted, to my surprise, got up as well and I wanted to talk to him before he went to work, so I didn’t walk. Yet. I may pop out for a break in a few minutes and go, because it’s just too damned beautiful out right now to waste it entirely inside. If I go for a short walk, I can be back within a Sensible Break Time and can maybe go again this afternoon. We walked yesterday afternoon and it was Sweltering Hot. Sweltering, I Tell You.
I made another strawberry-rhubarb pie yesterday, for Ted’s Mom, whose birthday it was, and it turned out at least as well, possibly better, than the one I made on Sunday. We went to dinner at Lone Star with her, and with some friends of hers, and then they came over for dessert, and then I ACTUALLY WROTE! Only 700 words, but that’s better than I’ve done in weeks, and I re-read the first few chapters of Thunderbird Falls and it doesn’t suck. I’m glad. :) So now I can go charging merrily on. Charge! Chaaaaaarge!
I read some woman somewhere (maybe in my Shape magazine) who said she’d been writing down what exercise she’d done on what days on her wall calendar, and so I started doing that, and she’s right: it’s cool to see the little squares filling up as the days go by. I’ve walked every day for a week! Yay!
miles to Rivendell: 134.25
ytd wordcount: 149,700
current music: 3-Finger Charlie, Urban Family Dog