I had yogurt and fruit for breakfast. There were some beautiful morning cloud formations. Work went okay. A mix of meetings and project work. With a few tears thrown in, because that’s how I roll these days.
I was tired this morning. Didn’t get to bed on time, as per usual after choir, and I woke up before the alarm, though I didn’t loo to see by how much. I keep meaning to just get up if I wake up after 5:30 or so, but then the morning comes and I just don’t want to leave the bed. I’m grateful that my bed is still a comfortable space, even without Ambrose by my side.
I felt heavy, both physically and mentally. I had planned on tacos for dinner at Hugo’s taco truck, which comes to Cambridge on Mondays and Tuesdays, but after work I didn’t want to leave the house. I wanted to curl up on the couch and cry.
Instead, I did some MoveU exercises from level of 1 of Knee, Foot and Ankle. And then, after texting with my aunt a bit, I put aside the part of me that wanted to stay home and got ready to ride my trike to get tacos.
I learned that my Yeti cooler will fit in the back basket of my trike. The plan was to use that along with an insulated reusable grocery bag to keep my taco dinner warm during the trike ride back home. That’s the downside of the food truck – nowhere to sit down and eat out of the cold and wind.
I probably should have added one more layer on my torso, but by the time I came to that conclusion, I was nearly at the bottom of the hill. I endured the cold, which also affected my hands. I was wearing gardening gloves, but I should probably switch to some warmer, wind-blocking gloves. The ride down was uneventful. I figured out the parking brake and got my food ordered and paid for. Hugo didn’t seem to recognize me, but I think the cook did, because even though I didn’t make a special request, they went light on the cilantro.
I was able to shove my taco plate (2 chicken tacos, rice, and beans), and burrito into the bag, and the bag into the Yeti. It kept my food warm on the ride back home, despite the icy wind blowing the cold from the snowy mountains right into my face.
It was a good little adventure. I’m glad I did it.
Got a bit more flute practice in this morning; I’ll probably run through it again this evening. Oh, choir went very well last night. Everyone complimented my flute playing. I definitely had some flubs, but I felt good playing with the pianist, and also when we added the choir in. It’s just a matter of practice. I wrote in some note names today; I think that might help me navigate the higher notes that my brain refuses to recognize.
Ten to six and the light’s almost out of the sky. I wish we could stay on summer time. I was just getting used to looking at the stars upon waking in the morning.