Productive Exercise
I love mowing the grass. I did so this morning. The weather is awesome. Overcast, and just warm, not hot or oppressive like it has been for the last month or more. It took me about an hour to mow the back and the side, with a ten minute break somewhere in the middle. Last week's busy-ness screwed up my exercise devotion. Or.... taking full responsibility here, I allowed last week's busy-ness to slacken my devotion to exercise. Yesterday was a cool-ish day, too. It had stormed violently on Tuesday night. It woke both Margaux and me, but neither of us spoke to the other or knew the other was awake until the next day when we talked about it. It was still grey and stormy-looking when we went out to check the mail at 12:30. Margaux asked me if I wanted to go for a walk, but I was feeling so stiff--I tried to sleep lying flat the previous night--about half-way through the night--and I said, "nah, I don't feel like it." GUH! Bad bad bad! I said to her, "that's pretty bad, huh?" She just smiled at me.
Anyway... yeah, mowed the grass until the mower was empty, and we didn't have any more gas in the can, so I couldn't refuel. When I came back in the house, I was dripping. I love dripping and being productive. I can't think of anything else, other than cleaning the garage that would do that.
The cat stayed out all night again last night. She ran in the house when I opened the door to the garage this morning. She was out all night in the storm the other night, too. Actually, I think she was in the garage.
Margaux's still sleeping. I guess I'll go pick up the living room and unload the dishwasher.