Finally I slept through the night – until the purring furnace jumped under the covers at and started nuzzling my chin with his nose.
Finally I was able to sit and read without distraction – it helped that Texas Monthly arrived yesterday.
Finally I was able to relax in peace, instead of pacing the floor each evening.
Because I rode my bike. I attached a wicker basket to my handle bars, peddled down the street to the bike shop where I bought a lock, and then I started exploring. I rode all over the neighborhood. Twice. Then I rode to the store for milk, to a fancy pet store for the kids, and to a sushi shop a few miles away. It felt wonderful.
I still can’t run as far as our 60 year old president of the