To-do list for the first Sunday of November, 2022:
- Wake up woefully unrested, given the extra overnight hour overnight (tough week, busy mind)
- Spend the early morning wondering what to write about today, over coffee.
- Eat breakfast (banana chocolate chip muffin, yogurt with hemp seeds and berries).
- Feel an idea of what to write about taking shape. Feel pretty good about that idea.
- Eat lunch (leftover one-pot Italian quinoa lentils, vegan parmesan, salad).
- Go to a fun orange wine fair, hosted by a friend, along with another friend.
- On the way home, marvel at the 75º weather. Think about friends who are running the NYC Marathon. Hope they’re not uncomfortably hot or bothered by the humidity. Make a mental note to track their progress later.
- Arrive home. Laundry. Dishes. Tidying. Pulling some things out of the freezer for the week ahead.
- Answer a few work emails. Realize midway through so doing that what I want—and need, truly—is to bring some leftovers to my mom’s place, have dinner, talk, and watch TV. Without looking at a phone, a computer, or a tablet.
- Publish this to-do list.
Taking a break tonight, friends. Allowing this Sunday to be a sabbath, a day of rest.
Lots of fun food to share with you in the coming weeks! Tonight, sharing my love and gratitude and appreciation of your presence.
xo
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Hope you have a well fed, rested Sunday with your mum Gina xox