Yesterday morning JW and I were sitting around, eating breakfast and reading the paper, when he looked up from the sports section and noted,
“No one has the Bears to win today.”
To which I replied,
“I don’t care. I do.”
He laughed. I scowled, and we went about our day.
I’ll give you a hint.
It was not the Tribune.
I love you, Bear-ies.
Thanks for not throwing any interceptions.
Anyway, aside from my city’s statement-making win over Dallas, yesterday consisted of riding my bike down Lincoln to soccer, which was mildly successful.
Bike riding on busy streets makes me sweat.
I prefer the Lakeshore path at 5:30 AM, if we’re gonna be honest.
CTA buses = scarier than slow moving garbage trucks.
Thanks for listening to that analysis.
Oh yeah, also, we won the soccer game.
Up today, speed reading this (because I’m hosting book club, with 400 pages to go–oops), reacquainting myself with my cubicle, hitting the treadmill, and making something sort of like this:
It’s butternut squash season, chickadees, and that is something to get excited about.
Also, I’m gonna try and stay up past 9:00 PM, which turned out to be too difficult last night.
Sometimes you’ve got to know when to just call it day.
Have a good one chicks!