Poem du jour:
The autumn wastes are each day wilder,
Cold in the river the blue sky stirs ...
Though the autumn wind blows on my staff and my pillow,
I shall not weary of the North Mountain's ferns.
[Don't ask. I just thought it sounded interesting.]
Giveaway du jour: Oh, I'm bored with boxes, blasé about books, cloyed with clothes. Time to start giving away things that aren't visible. Damn. This requires actual thinking, not something I'm known for.
I don't have time to think today. I'll give away some clothes and worry about being thoughtful tomorrow.
One teeeeeny little giveaway, but I'll take what I can get.
Exercise du jour: 4th week of the couch to 5k.
Felt quite proud that I'd worked up a sweat... until I realized I'd left the heater on.
Still earned that star.