I went for a jog today and it was hard! With the trip home for the reunion, I haven’t been in about a week. Apparently, it takes a body (well my body anyway) less than a week to revert to its original slovenly couch potato state if it’s not exercised regularly.
It didn’t help that I was running under the noon sun. I’d planned to get out earlier, right after my 9:00 Skype conversation with my Sailor, but Skype wasn’t working. It took almost two hours, a couple dozen aborted connections and several computer re-boots before we finally connected, By that time it was way past his bedtime so we only talked for about ten minutes after all that.
Rather than postpone my run until early evening when it would be cooler (translation: find an excuse not to go later and put it off for yet another day), I foolishly went plodding through the scorching heat and it was miserable.
Afterwards, as it was still too early for wine, I decided to unwind by baking. What’s more relaxing?
My boy loves banana bread, and instead of buying it like I usually do, I made a beautiful golden loaf. Commercial banana bread is filled with preservatives and artificial ingredients, right? Mine is made with fresh churned butter, free range eggs from happy chickens and a mother’s enduring love.
Me: (proudly serving a warm slice with a frosty glass of milk) How is it?
Him: (taking a miniscule bite) Meh.
Me: What??? You love banana bread!
Him: I love STARBUCKS’ banana bread. This kind not so much. It has big chunks of banana in it.
(Anyone know if ducks eat banana bread because I’ve got a loaf looking for a new home.)
Yesterday wasn’t much better. I knocked over a plant on the deck, smashing the ceramic pot and then dropped an open box of crackers on the newly-swept kitchen floor, discovering there’s a limit to the amount of Ritz crumbs a Chihuahua can consume at one sitting.
Can I just shut myself in my house and hibernate until my Sailor gets home?