Some people believe that removing cobwebs is part of a regular cleaning regimen. I believe that if I removed all the cobwebs there would be no pretty spider webs to photograph in the morning.
Making Small Town Look Good.
So, going on a walk at 8am seems like it’s walking in the morning. However, I have been informed that it’s not really walking in the morning. It’s too late for everything to have that crisp, morning glow.
Whatever. This is the best I can do. The light was still pretty as it filtered through the trees. That counts for something.
It’s been getting into the hundreds ’round these parts during the day, which means if I want to run I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:45. I am not happy about this, but I am happy to run. Afterwards I bend my decidedly not-bendy body into all kinds of contortions because I am bordering on old-age (32!) and if I don’t stretch very, very well, I spend the rest of the day hobbling around the house trying to figure out what the heck I did to myself.
This is the only stretch I actually enjoy doing and that’s only because I pretend I am a ballerina whilst I do it. I am not- nor could I ever have been- a ballerina. Mostly because I am probably the least coordinated person on the planet. But for two minutes a day, I get to pretend I am.