There’s always one weekend day that I don’t do any of my regular routine,  and one day that I do most of it because for some reason, doing the same activities on a Sunday feels different than doing them on a Monday.

Today was our monthly girls House Party call, so John went fishing, leaving the house to me.  After skipping Peloton yesterday ( other than my nightly meditation) I hopped on the bike because there really is no better way to start a day than by getting sweaty.  I immediately feel accomplished even if I do nothing else!

This morning I even managed to leave myself enough time after my shower and before our call to run down and get myself a chai.  And then two hours of just good, girly conversation ranging from Cobra Kai  to philosophy to football.

Afterwards, before John got home, Lucy and I took a long neighborhood walk and I settled in to read more American Buffalo  (as I’ve promised it to my aunt to read next).

Sometimes, days just *feel* good.

Xox, g