The weather took a wrong turn at some point. This morning when I walk, it’s supposed to be 40°F (4.4°C), and that’s before factoring in strong winds and occasional drizzle.
Regardless, I WILL walk—and then enjoy a hot drink.
Like yesterday, I’ll fit cleaning in and around editing. The satisfaction afterwards with both always lifts my heart.
It’s easy to forget the little things that elevate us, letting them slip away.
