Most Saturdays, I wake up before 6:30 a.m. to Barley staring at me, his nose pressed to my nose, his hot death breath knocking me out of a dead sleep. It’s not a good way to wake up. This morning, however, I woke him up at 5 for some early morning chores.
I cleaned the bathrooms and the kitchen before driving out to Enumclaw to run 5 miles (I’m shocked, too) out in the wilderness. The only way I can run with the boys is if they’re able to be off-leash. They keep up if they can go their own pace. Otherwise, I’m dragging them and we’re all miserable. Today, however, we got out early enough that the boys and I could run free. I kept a fairly decent pace and only hit a rough patch in the middle and at the end. Still not great, but not terrible and there’s evidence of progress. Those are good things.
I came home to do a quick yoga video, eat some Rice Chex, and take a shower. Now, it’s 1:20 p.m. and I’m ready for a nap. That’s the thing about peaking early, there’s always a crash later. Thankfully, I have a couch, a snuggly blanket, and two dogs who are already snoring. I love Saturdays.
I also love long weekends. This is Memorial Day weekend, so I have an extra day off. It couldn’t have come at a better time. The weekends have been feeling so short the last few months. Here’s hoping the extra day will make all the difference.
It’s gotten to be a habit to post a song most Saturdays and, since I’ve been rediscovering my adolescent obsession with Nirvana, I’m sharing one of my all-time favorites. There was something life-changing about this Unplugged session. I was a teenager then and the songs were so incredible. I had forgotten how beautiful Kurt Cobain was then. His daughter is a teenager now and looks exactly like him. It’s spooky. At any rate, this version is even better than the David Bowie original, in my opinion.