1I have a really hard time going to sleep after Craig does. For our entire marriage, he’s always been the night owl (well, relative to me, at least) and I’ve rarely gone to bed after him. On the rare occasion that he does go to sleep first, I really struggle falling asleep. I feel all safe and cozy when he’s awake, but when I’m the only one up? Total worrywart.
2 I haven’t made a menu in about six weeks. We’ve just been eating cookbook leftovers and whatever we can find ripe in the garden. It’s kinda fun to live on the wild side. Please accept my apologies that this same menu has been up since June.
3 Speaking of things I haven’t done in forever—workout. I’ve stayed active. But doing an actual, “I’m going to go workout” workout? Not so much. I walk and shovel and swim and pull weeds and lift 30 pound waterbath canners over my head to water my hanging baskets (me no likey wasting water). There is a part of me that realizes I should probably feel bad about abandoning my treadmill. But I don’t. Not at all. I’m sure Mr. Treadmill and I will become adequately re-acquainted come February when there is no shoveling or weed-pulling to be done.
4 Seeing lots of canned and dried foods lined up on a shelf in Mason jars makes me frighteningly happy. It’s the little things, right?
5 The fervor with which I am obsessed with The West Wing cannot be overstated. Seriously, I think about it ALL the time. Craig and I are watching it together, which is a good thing, because if I was watching it by myself, I’d be bingeing on whole seasons at a time. I’m such a nerd. (A nerd who is only just starting season 5, so please, no spoilers.)