I got home from work and thought I would go outside and DO something: go for a run, perhaps, or a bike ride. The I walked in the front door and realized how incredibly tired I am. I am doing what my old swim coach used to say and am listening to my body. I'm pooped. So I stead of running around like a crazy person and depleting my energy even more, I have parked my butt in my recliner in my living room, my windows are open, I can feel that wonderful breeze and smell the fresh air. I have my iPad in my lap, a magazine and my kindle nearby, and I poured the last of the monastrell that I opened earlier this week.
This is a beautiful evening.
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