Oatmeal, Books, and Air

Hello friend.

It's my day off. And a wonderful day it has been.

My day started with a delicious bowl of oatmeal. I've learned that letting a little butter melt in my oatmeal really tops it off perfectly.

I spent the first hour and a half of my waking hours digging into my book. Firefly Lane was my Christmas present from Jacob this year. (I have a secret hunch that it was really from Molly... haha) Although I'm right in the middle of a slightly depressing phase in Tully and Kate's lives, it was delightful to spend some uninterrupted time in their story.

And then- this is where it gets really exciting- I went for my jog. True, halfway down the block I was wishing I had layered up a little more. True, the wind was a weeeee bit unbearable on the long stretch of road next to the bare field. True, my ears hurt from the cool air. And true, when I returned home, my body was numb from the activity, aside from feeling that I needed to vomit.

True, parts of my jog were slightly rough, but then, there was truly no more invigorating feeling I experienced this morning. When I walked back through the door, I didn't feel like my body was going to collapse. I felt like I could float all the way upstairs to my room. Fantastic. I just can't wait until there's still daylight after I come home from work, so I can do this everyday again.

Now, I'm enjoying writing for the first time in about a month, and loving a Grey's episode. Soon Katie will be home - yay for unexpected class cancellations - and we will spend our afternoon doing fun, sisterly stuff.

Well, usually I don't like giving a blow-by-blow account of my day because... well, even though we're friends, you probably don't care to have one. =) However, it's just been such a lovely day, I thought I'd share it with you.

Gotta run,
Aim