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starting the week
Mar. 15th, 2015 11:52 pmToday was okay. More than okay. It was all right. I mean yeah, it was Mothering Sunday, and like many Mothers across the nation, I was celebrating this day that celebrates my vocation... by doing laundry, tidying up, feeling mildly resentful (as a Mother does) and making dinner. I had the dinner I wanted on a Sunday.
I roasted a chicken, made the best stuffing, made really great gravy, roasted potatoes in a pinteresty sort of way that no one really got excited about except me, because who cares. There were vegetables but that was mostly for scurvy-reducing purposes. Then there was cake and custard for dessert.
In between loads of laundry, I made lemon curd, so we could have that with toast at tea time.
I tidied up bedrooms, I went running. The running was good. I went a bit further this time. That feeling before the run of, "ugh, I don't want to run. I should run. If I don't run I will feel bad. If I go, it will be good. Ugh, that means having to run" is lessening. The routine is returning. Running. Gotta do it. I looked at the plants in the hedges that are coming on again. Felt inspired for reasons.
Things are a lot better than they were several days ago. It isn't the end, and all that Churchill business, BUT I will take this. This will do me fine.
I roasted a chicken, made the best stuffing, made really great gravy, roasted potatoes in a pinteresty sort of way that no one really got excited about except me, because who cares. There were vegetables but that was mostly for scurvy-reducing purposes. Then there was cake and custard for dessert.
In between loads of laundry, I made lemon curd, so we could have that with toast at tea time.
I tidied up bedrooms, I went running. The running was good. I went a bit further this time. That feeling before the run of, "ugh, I don't want to run. I should run. If I don't run I will feel bad. If I go, it will be good. Ugh, that means having to run" is lessening. The routine is returning. Running. Gotta do it. I looked at the plants in the hedges that are coming on again. Felt inspired for reasons.
Things are a lot better than they were several days ago. It isn't the end, and all that Churchill business, BUT I will take this. This will do me fine.
