The appeal, of course, of the three-day weekend is the multiple opportunities for turning off the alarm clock and sleeping in. The problem with feeling well and rested and energetic is, of course, that one does not. Sleep in, I mean. The pace of the weekend was relaxed, mostly. I cooked chicken breast to put on the salads and a chuck arm roast for the sandwiches.
Al’s cold had not gone away entirely, and so I donated blood while he went to a nearby café for coffee. I’m keeping track of my hemoglobin reading, wanting to be sure to start taking vitamin-mineral tablets that include iron at some point in the future when I actually need to supplement my iron. (I may die first, at this rate.) Grocery shopping took up most of the rest of our afternoon. Al went out to the RRRMC and did the volunteer thing, yesterday afternoon, while I caught up on laundry and dish-washing chores.
Other than that…I got back onto the exercise bike, today, and did two sessions: 8 miles and 5 miles. My blood pressure is purring and making contented sounds. (A comfortable 110/75, now that my cold is gone and my activity level is back to normal, again.)
In the interim I was able to finish up all of my jobs, including those scheduled for the coming week, via email, and so I start out Tuesday clear. Perhaps I will be able to finish reading the new What Color Is Your Parachute? and get back to The Origins of Political Order, which has been sadly neglected during this long time period of straightening out the allergy thing in the face of the totally miserable ragweed/sagebrush season.
