Just a quick entry while I eat my lunch (wild rice, kale) so I keep up with my posting momentum and my general desire to actually write down my thoughts instead of turning into an automaton. I expect I won't have time later since I'm going to Costco and then making a fairly complicated dinner (steak and mushroom pie) and hosting Travis before the wineries tomorrow. 

It's another nice, unseasonable day. At this rate, my body will never get used to the cold! I went for another short run; these release weeks don't lend themselves to my exercise routines. But I fed the crows, did some planks, and visited with my oyster mushrooms. They'll probably be ready to pick for vegetable soup on Sunday, although they really need a bit of rain. 

I finished the Sally Rooney novel Beautiful World...etc on my run. I was trying to think about what I liked about it, but I kept just coming back to "the people in her novels are terrible and treat each other badly and aren't likeable and remind me of all the worst people I met in my MFA program" but I really enjoy it. I think it made me a better writer. I feel like even just reading back over these posts the last couple months, my observations are a little clearer and more coherent. Although they really took a dip earlier this year, and they are nowhere near as good as they were when I wrote in this thing all the time. Ahh, well. I think it's like exercise - it gets harder as you get older, but especially when you don't do it as often. Says the girl who can barely plank for a minute now and could do five minutes steady this time last year. 

Okay, hurrying off. Busy little Friday. Wines to buy, dogs to exercise, lights to hang, things to cook.