I feel like eating cranberries and listening to James Taylor.
Then again, I sort of always feel that way.
This morning I sweated until I nearly dropped at kettlebells, and then headed to the farmer’s market, where in an it’s-almost-the-end-of-the-farm-market panic I maybe bought almost everything.
And I still haven’t dealt with that spaghetti squash from last weekend.
It’s just staring at me.
Please, send help.
Anyway, I’m off this morning to ride a couple of busses to the park, where I’ll be taking in rugby with JW’s family and then hopefully spending a good portion of my day in the sunshine.
There is nothing better than sunshine in the fall chickens, and don’t let anyone tell you anything differently.
Enjoy this beautiful, beautiful day.