I almost felt like this was a normal Saturday. (I mean, other than the fact that it’s Tuesday.)
After a full 8 hours of sleep, I enjoyed a nice run this morning Then, I fixed myself some oatmeal pancakes, and leisurely read a few chapters in the book I’ve been working on forever.
When I had my fill, I set about doing some chores. Not fun, but normal. I’ve been wanting to get things cleaned up now that we’ve got two less people living here, but I haven’t had the chance.
When the inside chores were done, I headed outside and mowed the lawn. I haven’t mowed the lawn since we moved in a year ago. It felt so normal!
And that’s not all!
I actually cooked this afternoon. Cooked! Such a normal thing to do, yet I can’t remember the last time I cooked something. I even enjoyed it a little. (Don’t tell anyone.)
Then this evening, Hubby and I took a walk along the dam.
Not quite a Florida beach. But beautiful just the same.
This is what I remember Saturdays being like. Back when I had a normal job. And Saturdays actually fell on a Saturday.