Loving: I went to the gym the other evening to run on the treadmill. There was a young, ripped dude lifting weights near me. I figured he must be thinking how ridiculous I looked, panting and gasping and drenched in sweat after barely running a very slow mile. As I slowed down, took my earbuds out, and begged the Lord to take me home, he looked at me and said "That was really impressive! I hate cardio. I don't think I could do what you just did. I'm really impressed! Good job!" I almost kissed him. I am under no allusions that my 12 minute mile was even slightly impressive, but that's the first compliment I've ever gotten on my athletic abilities, and I will be flying high on it for the next 30 years. I might even make myself a shirt.
Watching: Sarah & Duck. My friend Brittainy told me about this BBC kid's show on Netflix, and I love it more than Gracie does. They knit, they bake, they go to the library, and Mrs. Patmore from Downton is the voice of one of the characters. It's not annoying and it fills my house with British accents. What's not to love? I recently discovered my childhood love Little Bear is on Amazon Prime. It's still adorable. Little Bear's laugh still makes me cringe, though.
Also, season 6 of Blue Bloods is on Netflix, so you'll know where to find me for the next week or so. Tom Selleck forever.
Cooking: it was in the 70s (!!!!) for a few days, so I made tortellini soup and homemade bread. I also made a cup of pumpkin spice coffee before the weather warmed up again. A little fall preview.
Reading: I have a stack of theology books to read. I took Gracie to the library on Saturday to grab them, and I had to literally chase her through the aisles. It's her happy place, which makes me happy, except when she's climbing over things in an attempt to make a break toward the audio books. She also took off toward the children's graphic novel section and pulled out a book for me to read to her called Fart Squad. No.
Eating: On Saturday, we went to Melt, a restaurant downtownish that basically serves pimped out grilled cheeses. It will change your life. I haven't been in a couple years and it sounded so good. Not to mention, they decorate the bar all year with Halloween and Christmas decorations, and New Girl was playing on the bar tv. It's like they knew I was coming.
Dreaming: last night I dreamed I lived in Texas and was back at a job I hated. In my dream, I had been demoted to buying everyone lunch, which amounted to buying two pounds of deli meat at the deli counter everyday and then buying things for sandwiches. Every day I was yelled at for whatever I bought or for how the meat was sliced. On one trip to the grocery store, a storm hit and the whole city flooded. At least it's an improvement over the dream I had a few nights ago where half my family died. I don't know what is going on with my subconscious these days. I have a whole post of crazy dreams I've had lately.
And Gracie just crawled in the room with her pajamas off and her legs through the sleeves of a onesie she pulled from the laundry basket. Looks like I'll be needing an extra cup of pumpkin spice coffee this morning.