Here I sit waiting for my cup of ambition to kick in and get my tushy moving. No bueno so far.
It's funny how in the middle of the night I think of five or ten tasks I'd like to accomplish. Along with night fading, moon and stars hiding, so goes my motivation. Unless I add to Notes my goals for the day, fogetaboutit. Recipes I've research the day before, purchased required ingredients, and then didn't leave cookbooks notated, or Pinterest was closed inadvertently, leaves me searching for those oh so good meals.
Silly girl.
The time is right to get out, inhale fresh air, take in mountain views and snow.
UPDATE:
Getting out does a body (and mind) good.
Maggie and I enjoyed the Teton's late today.
We stopped by Creekside for dinner, salad and in-house (divine) clam chowder.
Homemade pumpkin pies were $5, regularly $20. Yeah, add one to my bill. I can freeze this little darling.
As a reward for getting out and moving my body, Strawberry Moscow Mule for the freezer, was added to my shopping bag.
Last but not least I spoke and laughed with family for over an hour tonight. I might have drooled, listening to them talk about their fresh rack of ribs. I'll dream of ribs in my sleep.
Today was a good day.
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