Not Enough Hours
How did nearly three weeks go by already? That is insane. I’m still loving being back at work, except for the sad fact that there really, really aren’t enough hours in the day. The fam is doing great—they miss me, but they’re fine. Cakes is actually a lot sweeter to me than usual, and I’ve been coming home to lovely new art with my name on it, and big hugs.
I started riding my bike to work this week! What a revelation. I’m here in twenty minutes, and it’s such a great way to start the day. I’m still a big awkward—I almost ran over a jogger the other day. Plus I need some gear: I had elastic bands around my ankles the other day when I wore extra long pants. I felt really hardcore last night when I rode home in the rain. Yes, biking to work rocks, and I highly recommend it.
Sherwood is a joy, but we have to get the dude out of our bed. This week he’s been waking me at least three times each night, sometimes just to cuddle. And he’s so close to crawling, he can’t be left alone in our bed anymore. Summer is coming, and I want to be able to put him down and head to the backyard with my vino!
Speaking of outdoors, I think the garden is going to be spectacular this year. I love the Spring; it holds so much promise. I will post a pic soon.
In the meantime, here’s a recent pic of Sherwood. Isn’t he delish?