This is what happens when your dog goes on a potty strike. What should have been a 45 minute walk this morning turned into a two hour walk. Brat. I’m more pig-headed than he is, though, so I won.
And now it’s time for a bedtime snack. I love cashews. I would sit and eat them all, so I keep a measuring cup in the container.
Goal met. I think I can go to bed now.
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Franny Watching Ducks
Franny Mountain Goating
Trees Outside the Indiana University Art Museum
Bald Cypress Grove in Dunn Meadow
Wednesday was a good day.
I walked to work today, to avoid driving home this afternoon during the chaos of freshman move-in. As I was walking, the fog started to descend, and by the time I got to the edge of campus, it was pea soup. Absolutely gorgeous.
I’ve been averaging about 6 miles a day, according to my FitBit. I think it’s probably pretty close to accurate, after comparing it to what my pedometer says. Most of that is split between walking to and from work, with a break in the afternoon to walk around in the stacks.