I gotta say, this week has been pretty sweet so far.
For the first time in about 5 or 6 weeks, I finally feel like I'm caught up with shiz-nit. All my work at school is caught up. The house is squeaky clean, I've been getting my runs in. I've had time to finish a book and watch all my Netflix. Geez. Did I get just one extra hour with the time change?
Anyway, early this evening when my hubby got home, we were chatting in the living room and I was fidgeting to go for a run, but we were having a nice chat and I didn't really want to go for the run and cut the chatting short. So, I suggested a "family walk" -- he, Scooter and I -- since Scooter and I didn't do our weekly long walk yesterday. Hubby agreed and we were off.
We did the 3 mile loop that I often run, but because the hubby has proclaimed that the only reason to run is "if you're being chased," we just walked. It was a fine evening for the stroll: cool temps continue and even though it was dusky by the time we got home, it was still light enough to be out and about. When we got back, we fixed ourselves dinner, and settled in for a little "Ugly Betty" on DVD (I am really enjoying this show; does anyone else watch it?).
Every week should be this easy-going.
The only downside to this time change is that it is only 8 pm right now, yet it feels like it has to be about 11. Shouldn't I be in bed?