6:30 am. Dark upon waking, and cold. Who wants to ride their bike in this? Hot tea, inspiration, it’s gonna brighten up and blue skies will bring me home. Ok, spandex, book bag, wallet, camera, helmet, glasses, red gloves, thin thermal light blue layer over bike shorts, three layers up top. Last sip of tea fogs my shades, and I’m off.
8:30 am. Fitness class, teacher decides she should kick our butts. Jumping rope between sets of weight lifting. Haven’t jumped rope since, like, third grade? OK, maybe eighth grade? It sucks. Held a plank for 60 seconds, balanced between forearms and toes. Step up on the bench while curling and pressing dumbells overhead and knee of the non-stepping leg is raised high. My heart rate is increasing as I merely type about it.
9:40. English class. Break into groups, discuss Flannery O’Connors’ “A Good Man is Hard to Find”. Short stories. We’re all liking this stuff. Beats struggling with Homer and Shakespeare. I’m glad I didn’t live in the South back then, 1930’s, ’40’s, ’50’s. If you haven’t read Flannery O’Connor, you should. She was a master storyteller.
1:00 pm. Home sweet home. Fishtank maintenance, blog maintenance. Hijack school bus, kidnap my teenager, lure him here with food and the “Invincible Ultimate Collection” Volume One, which I picked up at the library on my way home. Good Mommy.
Goodbye for now, have a great week, and I’ll see you all soon!
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Oh, almost forgot, I found this on my back porch when I got home today. Just in time for Halloween.