Saturday: sunlight and warmth and not much of a schedule.
Sunday: my first trail half marathon. It was hard and beautiful and sometimes felt beyond me, but I did it.
Monday: ran into a friend at just the right time.
Tuesday: a morning run in driving rain with another friend—listened to stories about ultramarathoners, tore through large puddles, laughed hard.
(Tuesday night: caught Piazzolla on the radio)
Wednesday: a gift of habaneros. There's a hot pepper chutney recipe calling to me.
Thursday: laughed with a friend. A lot.
Friday: looked up just in time to see a shooting star. Kids off from school, and the sound of tape being used for an elaborate project. Lots and lots of tape.
