Earthmovers and Sandcastles

After all the go-go-go we’ve been having, today seems like a perfect day to just kick back and take it easy. (So I started with a nine-mile run. Hey, we all have our definitions of “easy.”) Yesterday, I bought a mini-crockpot, and Eric started some steel-cut oatmeal in it last night so that we’d have breakfast ready when we woke/got back in from running. So good. I did have a little moment of “What the heck?!” when I woke up and had completely forgotten about the oatmeal, so I was mystified about what the grainy scent wafting up the stairs could be. Yum!

Eric took the car to work, thus enforcing the “take it easy” mindset for the rest of us. I spent the first part of the day putting the leftover oatmeal (quite a bit; lesson learned for next time) into three loaves of porridge bread, in their final rise as I type. Sam goofed around on the computer, and now he’s designing…something. He’d like to enter this, though I’m not placing any bets on him actually finishing any project. We’ll see. Whatever is in his head, it involves pulleys. Gabe is building with blocks and styrofoam packing material and making weird missile noises. He lives in his own little world and needs no help coming up with fresh ideas.

I may even grab a nap when Gabe takes his this afternoon. I feel like I could use one; all this “early to bed, early to rise” business is technically getting me the appropriate amount of sleep, but I sure do feel like I’m operating at a deficit.

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