Birthday roses

On a dreary old Saturday my birthday roses hit the blip sweet spot. I smile whenever I look at them.

I combined a spin class with pump rather than a run and then pump. Spin was evil but unlike Thursday night I had some energy and stuffing left in my legs at the end of spin.

At the end I had the odd but familiar sense of feeling good, satisfied, and immeasurably sad all at the same time. Sometimes grief lines them all up like that.

A sizable nana-nap won over housework. I felt the better for it.

A friend's birthday took care of the evening. Life goes on.

Today's gratitude: For a warm house and a quiet location.