G'night

I arrived home to a quiet house. Kicked off my girlie shoes and warmed up a slice of pie from the fridge.

My cheeks hurt from laughing and my heart hurt a little from an evening with David Sedaris and the lovely Ms. B.

Sigh.

Abundance

Marinara Sauce - In Its Elemental Form

I've developed a weekday infatuation with my slow cooker.  The relationship is especially nice when daylight is short, the workday is frustrating or long. My slow cooker offers some comfort at that first push through the front door.  Somebody has already thought about dinner. The house already smells delicious.

Autumn Weekend

Arbor Day Tree Adventure, Oct. 2012

If joy can be imperially measured I would express it in the layers of mud caked against my shoes at the end of a day.

6.3-miles Outside

Rock Island Trail, 33rd & Sheridan

I went for a run this morning. Laced up my laces. Pulled back my hair. Flicked on the coffee pot to brew while I was gone. Threw the door open and ran, ran, ran outside.  

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Currently Reading: State of Wonder by Ann Patchett 

Recent Goodness: N gave public speaking a whirl last weekend. In Mandarin. 

Anxious to Attend:  Pirate Weekend at the Renaissance Festival in K.C.