Today began with a light breakfast, a haircut for us both, a trip to the library [where they did not have the G. K. Chesterton Omnibus for which I was looking], a trip to the consignment store where the owner would not even look at my clothes because she was overstocked, followed by a trip to the Salvation Army collection bin because I was not taking the stuff back home, then off to the office to collect a crate of my personal belongings and back home for lunch.
After lunch, we watched a few episodes of COSMOS, the second one, not the Carl Sagan classic. Then on to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for a quinoa recipe from Vegetarian Times that I wanted to try tonight. The only problem is that now I am too tired to cook. Apparently, working in office or classroom for eight hours a day is less wearing than running hither and yon all day.
The plan for tomorrow is for both of us to start the day with Sansalone's one mile walk in place exercise DVD, a light breakfast and some gardening to round out the morning. Maybe some stitching or sewing in the afternoon. I believe my husband is already contemplating the perfect murder, i.e., mine. He's fine with my doing all the cooking and serving but doesn't seem to appreciate my efforts to establish a more healthy lifestyle for us both, He clearly thinks he should be permitted to spend his whole day in front of the TV. Tomorrow is his day to volunteer at the historical society, the one day of the week he bestirs himself. But I am hoping to tempt him to expand his routine this summer by planning a few picnics in the local parks lining the shores of the Hudson River, some days spent at the town pool, some trips into Nyack to go antiquing. I refuse to spend the rest of my days vacuuming round a couch potato.