Cool and Damp

2/10 Sunday, 72/63 (I swear, it was chilly), mostly cloudy, ESE15 - Yesterday’s rain showers continued through the night, ushering in a pleasant, albeit damp, cool breeze this morning. Dobbs and I lay in bed enjoying the way the air felt wafting through the ports. We did all the things we usually do on a Sunday morning, including Yoga in the Park. The practice was challenging because of the elements - Dobbs and I share a wool blanket as a mat, but it wasn't much protection today from the cold concrete of the pavilion. The river and sky were monochromatic and rain misted in under the roof. The instructor took us through some deep stretches that seemed ambitious for a cool day and not much warming up. Some of us had to be careful to avoid injury, but I don’t think she noticed.

Afterward Dobbs and I rode home in the rain and cozied up inside with cups of chamomile tea. I made grilled cheese and vegetable soup for lunch. Later, we managed to ride to the grocery store and back during breaks in the rain. It was a good day to stay indoors, so I finished and sent out Walden Rigging’s February newsletter, called my Mom, and created a blog page.

For dinner, I made steamed potatoes, halved in their skins, in the pressure cooker; stir-fried broccoli with lemon and pepper, and tilapia dredged in milk and flour and Old Bay and pan-fried.

20190210_184057.jpg

When the meal was over, we relaxed reading and Dobbs’ Dad called to say hello.

I’m reading “The Road Builder” by Nicholas Hershenow; Dobbs is re-reading, for the umpteenth time, Patrick O’Brien’s “Post Captain”. Can you blame him?

I’m reading “The Road Builder” by Nicholas Hershenow; Dobbs is re-reading, for the umpteenth time, Patrick O’Brien’s “Post Captain”. Can you blame him?

That left the typical evening activities (dishes, shower, dog walk), with some time to get back to reading and writing before bed.