I am so pleased.
Eight miles this morning. Eight! I finally feel like I’m back.
This is also very impressive effort the morning after practically prom. The husband is a member of a local golf organization, and we attended the awards banquet last night. It had quite the “old boys club feel” complete with a gift presented each of the wives.
It feels a little sexist and wrong to accept something for “letting” the husband hit the links once a month, but what the hell. I may as well set back feminism another couple of years and go get my nails done or buy a purse.
Busy morning so far. Up at 615, finished up the beaded dress, ran, church, cleaned up the massive mess that was my workroom, swept the house/cleaned, dropped the husband off to watch some football, appointment with a bride at 11:30, and then making dinner for tonight–this fabulous concoction of noodles, veggies, chicken, and chicken with rice soup.
Yum. Tastes like my childhood with Kay, the casserole queen. Thanks Ma!
Spin. Run. Sew. Repeat. 