Good day, busy day, long day. And so I walked into the house tonight thinking: a glass of wine sounds mighty good. Went to my closet, pulled off my proper business attire, pulled on proper lounge wear (HA!), then absent mindedly looked down. There they were, those tennis shoes (daggone it). Girl, pull ’em on, the voice said. Make a loop. A one mile loop.
You’re a walker! How hard can one loop be?
(Still not motivated.)
The peace and quiet will do you good.