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.
John M. Craddock Wetland Nature Preserve, Muncie, Indiana
Franny Watching Ducks
Franny Mountain Goating
Railroad Ties
Boardwalk
Graffiti Wall
Franny Wading
Geese
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.
red paper boat 