I’ve been in a weird mood all day. I think maybe it partially due to the weather. It was cold and rainy and generally unpleasant all day today, which left me uninterested in venturing outside, but also unusually restless. Deepest fall arrived with a vengeance last night, grey and windy and rainy, particularly cruel in contrast to the glorious warm day we had. Even though my week had left me pretty much drained and exhausted, I got up yesterday morning and hit the gym for my run (4.92 miles. I definitely need to work on getting faster and more consistent in my running) and then went for a lovely short hike with John and Seamus. There are a bunch of state parks close to our house with really nice trails. Even when they are “crowded” by Frederick standards, you can still get the feeling that you are alone in the woods at times. And Seamus loves, loves being in the woods. It’s fun to make him so happy. And then we came home, had lunch and I feel asleep for an hour and a half. Well, I said my week had left me tired.
While I was sleeping the rain rolled in. It had stopped by the time I took Seamus out for his evening walk, but the wind was still whipping in off the mountains, sending clouds flying across the night sky and whipping up an army of dry leaves to scuttle ominously down the street behind us. I could still smell the rain in the air, and sure enough, it started back up again as we neared the end of our walk.
It poured all night, and this morning even Seamus wasn’t all that interested in being outside. So we cocooned ourselves up inside, and I ate some oatmeal and then read the paper for hours, and then flipped through some catalogs in search of Christmas gift ideas. Later I finished up a book I’ve been reading. I did not vacuum or do laundry, both of which were on my list at the start of the day. I just didn’t feel like it. Nor did I go to Target or the grocery store, both of which I probably should have done. I fought off the urge to bake. Something about cold weather makes me want to bake stuff, and I do have that fancy new mixer, just begging to be used. But I’m also still on this diet, see, so I didn’t bake a single crumb. Instead I went down in the basement and did my longest and toughest workout video. Not quite as enjoyable as baking and eating cookies or cupcakes or brownies, but it has its own rewards. And then it was dinner time, and now here I am, watching the Wizard of Oz on TV and still feeling a bit off kilter. Hopefully it will have faded by morning.
