Alright, not exactly. Angry calves -- not of the bovine variety -- spoiled my morning run. By the last 1/2 mile I was reduced to a wimpy-limpy walk. I have made them a promise that I won't run tomorrow. Only lifting or yoga. Then work, which usually involves several trips up and down the stairs for various provisions and the occasional fresh cookie delivery to my adoring staff. Hopefully then by Tuesday I can resume my new favorite cool a.m. activity.
Martin arrived home from L.A. last night. His movie is over and done. He's plenty tired, but the kids are thrilled to have him home so they'll likely attempt to run him ragged today. I'm going to head out and give the four of them some space.
But first I should start some laundry, clean the kitchen, tidy the living room, check the homework and make lunch. It's going to be a busy two hours. . .