I worked for five and a half hours straight this morning to get the giant book project for Dopey to a place where I still have a reasonable shot at making the deadline. And now…only 1,000 pages to go.
But then I legitimately got outside and enjoyed the sunshine a little and went to yoga, so I'm all refreshed and raring to finish Bashful's giant document now. On a Sunday night, mind you. At least the windows are open for the first time all year. I'm kind of excited about that.
So…I had already been working for three or four hours this morning when Dex wandered out of bed, grabbed some breakfast, took a shower, and got picked up by a friend for an impromptu day of hiking and climbing. I'm not sure if I'm jealous because he's young and has no responsibilities or if I'm jealous because he's way smarter than I am.
But listen. We decided that this summer, with no school and two adults who set their own work schedules, we have NO EXCUSE not to get up to the mountains at least every other week or so. We live in Montana, for goodness' sake, and after the winter we've just endured, I can't think of any other reason TO live in Montana than easy, fortnightly access to mountains.