Some days you wake up and just know that things are going to be shit. And some days, you have that realization as you are in the act of doing so at 5:15 AM, and your cantankerous bulldog is snorting, whining, huffing, and puffing at the bathroom door for her morning gruel.
“GIRL, GIMME A SECOND, I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!!”
The weekend was dark, dank, and raining most of the time, and that made me feel good to already have my 30 miles in, and nothing planned other than 48+ hours of slack, which started at 3:01 PM Friday.
I felt good when Lola and I got up at 5:20, although I will say, she was WAY more excited to stuff her face in a bowl of “lamb” and rice dog food than I was to serve it, but I was looking forward to the day’s lumber, despite the early morning assault on my senses.
The week, or at least the past two days (from the perspective of a woodsy lumberist, not real life, no one wants to hear about that bullshit), has been more of the same in a good way:
I can’t remember the exact moment in the last year that I decided to start getting up at 5:20 AM every weekday. I also don’t know the exact reason why, but I think it’s something to do with not letting my mind be lulled into a mind-funk by staying in The Bed of Torment any longer than needed.
On Sunday morning, I went back and forth, and forth and back, about whether to go for a photo creep at Meridian Park or not.
Finally, forth won out, and I ended up skulking around the river banks and trails of Meridian Park in the dense fog with my Z6 and Sigma 150-600 lens looking for birds, critters, and nature nubbins.
OK, the Mostly Normal button has been reset for the week, and today (Friday) has felt way more normal than the routine-breaking last three days.
As weeks go, this has been an OK one, but anyone who knows me knows that I have a love of routine, and earlier in the week I THOUGHT I was on track. However, this week has had lots of breakups to my sacred daily routine.
After missing a hike on Tuesday due to an appointment with Dr. Bob, I happily returned to the woods this morning.
My goal for last weekend was one of footy watching (Spurs won 2-1), slack, and beer, and I freaking nailed it again!