Mostly I’ve been listening to the inside of my head while I slept but when I did wake up I played re-runs of Graham Norton.
He makes me laugh and when you’re feeling like you’ve been steamrolled, laughter is good.
Making Small Town Look Good.
We headed south of the border tonight, before heading out for a night on the town without the little buckaroos. It was very green in this house.
My shoes are a good way to define which reality I’m living in.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, I thought I would grow up and leave Orange County for New York City. I would live in a tiny studio in Manhattan so I could afford to purchase Very Important Things like red kitten heels and zebra print suede stilettos.
Instead of my fantasy, I got a reality where I left Orange County to live at the very edge of the end of the earth. Instead of turquoise espadrilles, I spend 67% of my life wearing fur lined rubber boots. Although I do get to wear my red kitten heals to impress all the other people wandering around Target at 2pm on a Monday. It’s not the same, but it’s something.
It’s a good life in the country but I can’t help fantasizing about three inches of patent leather when I’m mucking through the swamp I call a yard.
As previously mentioned I hate being cold. So in the Winter, I don’t run first thing in the am, I wait until the afternoon and hike up the side of a mountain. Normally this works well. This week as I was walking I spotted a set of mountain lion tracks bigger than the palm of my hand, followed by a set of tiny baby-sized tracks.
Now, I *might* risk a single mountain lion on my hiking trail. Probably not, but maybe. I will never, ever get in the way of a mama and baby anything. Mamas are scary.
So it’s back to the elliptical.
HATE. EVERY. MINUTE.