After I finished tending to the last of the leaves on Friday, I showered and headed out for weekend provisions. That would be the last time I left the open borders of the Cul De Sac Shack for 48 hours.
No, I wasn’t depressed and hunkered down in The Bed of Torment or hiding out from the roving gangs of newly deputized MAGA Brownshirts rounding up the Libs, freethinkers, educated, and creatives for the internment camps; I simply had no reason to go out—so I didn’t. And it was pretty darn OK.
There were copious amounts of footy, beer, food, and good music played as I avoided Wifey, who remains ill with a 5+ day old chest cold and eagerly looking for a sap like me to foist her germs on (so far, so good).
Speaking of food, twice over the weekend, my Cat 5 Cooking skills concocted a simple pasta dish made with a can of diced fire-roasted tomatoes, olive oil, sauteed onion, garlic, spices, good dry pasta, and topped with mozzarella cheese. It was pretty damn good, if I say so myself. Despite using canned tomatoes, it still had a way fresher taste than jarred sauce, which, to me, often tastes WAY too salty.
I also finally made that Big as My Head Breakfast Burrito on Sunday morning before watching Spurs lose 2-1 to one of the worst teams in the league. It was a damn good one, too, filled with 2 eggs, 2 egg whites, roasted potatoes, crumbled veggie sausage, refried black beans, shredded cheese, and hot sauce wrapped in a big ass flour tortilla. Way too many calories for breakfast on a day of slack, but fuck it, I gotta keep the fat in my fit but fat lifestyle somehow.
Big ass burrito butt for the win!
Moving on…
I was happy to get back to lumbering on Monday morning, and the weather continues to be wet, freakishly warm, and unseasonable. I think this was the first year in our 14+ years of living here that I didn’t see any snowflakes in October, and looking at the long-range forecast, it could be another ten days or more before there’s even a threat of flurries, let alone major snow. I’m not complaining, but I could use some sort of fucking normality in my life.
Turtle chilling in a Michigan November is totally normal.
Nearly all the leaves are off the trees now, and the forest floor is wet and dank and will likely remain so until sometime in late April or May. It’s pretty ugly, but despite the dankness, the forest and Ma Nature always find a way to provide me with the mental rub and a tug I need.
Today’s lumber was a bit over 6 miles, and truthfully, I could have done several more miles if not for the fact that I usually skip breakfast until after, and I was running on fumes by the time I made it back to Escape II (Electric Boogaloo).
With fewer outdoor duties to do as the seasons change to shit, I’m flirting with the idea of returning to a 30-mile weekly goal but looking back through my posts, it seems that too many 30-mile weeks is usually what throws fuel on the fire of my multitude of overuse injuries.
And on my list of overuse injuries is a nagging posterior knee problem I’ve had over the past month, which, while not slowing me down, was irritating and made for some painful night’s sleep. However, in between all the slacker nonsense I did this weekend, I did copious amounts of stretching and foam rolling, and I noticed no pain at all during today’s lumber or immediately afterward. Tendons crossed, it continues to improve.
OK, time to get shit done and lament the fact that football is entering ANOTHER International Break. Shit-damn-it-son-of-a-bitch. The only positive is that this is that I think it’s the last one until March.
Later.