I didn’t sleep too well last night. The alarm went off at 6:15 and I dragged myself out of bed to silence it. I stood there for a moment, and the cats both hopped down from the bed and meowed curiously. As soon as they realized I was up, they started crying for early breakfast.

I dressed and was out of the house twenty minutes later. Went for a long walk into the park and back. On the way home I bought two cups of coffee. By the time I got there, Brian was already back from his run, out of the shower, brushing shaving cream over his face.

I’d like to make a habit of this kind of thing. If I can, then we’ll cancel the membership at the Y, which has been a bit of a waste for a few months now. Why walk on a treadmill when I live two blocks from the biggest urban park in the United States?