How often do you walk or run?
Hi-ho and hello.
For a while there I was walking four days out of seven. I loved it. Having the exposure to the elements, to feel the beating heat of the sun, the swooning movements of the winds, and hear the fluttering madness of nature all about was and is enthralling.
But I quietly lament with news that I no longer do such things.
If you’ve been reading here for a time, you’ll know that I’m the stay-at-home parent for my little man and he’s now eleven years old. It’s time for homeschool. Meaning we’re together every day, all day, meaning no time to walk and the puppy is still too young to take on daily trots to clear his bowels. I digress.
When I was walking I’d manage to get a mile and a half everyday if not more and god how I Vie for the opportunity to go for a walk. Maybe an early one. Too early. We’ll see.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and for coming time and again. Thank you. May your night be jubilee and the day a gentle waving of resting.
Thank you for being you and staying awesome.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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