Well I missed Day Six of Exercise. I even had a good title for it.
” I’m Sixy and I know It’.
rain slash snow, because I really don’t know what it was, fell through the sky as I jogged and danced around puddles. Son rode his bike up and down the driveway and every so often he’d life his gigantic gloved hand up and smile and wave.
He tootles along, knowing I’ve got my ears all locked up in my sound and every so often I step to push him out of a puddle or push up his gloves or pull down his hat.
Then we go inside and colour in one more day on the calender with highlighter pink.
” One more day of exercise!”