It must be nice to be a man.

Spooky season has closed. The holidays approach. How do I know this? Because we are in the adjudication process for the writing contest, and I expect that when I get to work that the halls will already have been decked.

Why have I become so obsessed with the holidays? This is not a new phenomenon, but it continues to grow in me, every year. Performing in the show last year was remarkable, it was a fluke thing, one I had not asked for, and yet it happened and I felt marvelous. To be a participant in such a tradition, even for one season.

The memories of holidays past burn brightly, even and maybe particularly the quarantine. I hope we never have to deal with something like that again, though we may. But even then, we had family, warmth, fellowship, communication, love and hope.

I wonder what this season will bring. I hope. I fear.

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 29:32
Pace: 9:31

We're trying to maintain a writing regimen. It has been a while. How consistent can we be? It depends on time. I also need prompts, I think. I need to look for them during the day (makes a note) so that I can let my imagination wander. It's all a bit too sharply focused on what is right in front of me. 

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 40°
Climate: clear & beautiful
Mood: working on it

I was all set to go to the rec center, it was forty degrees out. Then I moved our kid's car into the street and realized it was going to be a beautiful day, and that I wanted to be outside. And I was never so glad.

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs.

Planks: yes
Push-ups: yes

Sit-Ups: TBA

Lily Allen Playlist

West End Girl - Lily Allen

Human Behaviour -Björk

Pussy Palace - Lily Allen

My Old Ways - Tame Impala

Just Enough - Lily Allen

Dive - Olivia Dean

Fruityloop - Lily Allen

One of the Greats - Florence + The Machine