- Carnitas tacos at Chris’s Restaurant
- Cheesesteaks at Jeno’s
- Carolina Pulled Pork at Corkey’s
Starting today, I’m going to make it a habit to post a list of three things. These three things will either be things for which I’m thankful/grateful or three things that make me happy.
- Mr. Grey’s Laugh
- Mrs. TKD’s Smile
- My Nieces and Nephew
Six-thirty comes early on a Saturday. Rolling over and going back to sleep takes a bit of resistance. Not quite strength, but nothing short of strong will.
As the alarm went off this morning I realized two things — this was the second time I’ve set an alarm since leaving Discovery and I really hate WYPR on a Saturday morning. I hit the snooze button. It was only natural. 
Eight minutes later, I something clicked. I’d known that the reason for the alarm was to get up to ride, but to be honest, I wasn’t really sure I wanted to get out of bed and meet the peloton when the alarm first went off. I could certainly ride on my own as I did a few weekends ago. But something clicked, and I got myself out of bed and scrambled into a pair of bibs and a jersey.
Since, I’d stayed in bed for an extra eight minutes, I really didn’t have time to make coffee. I grabbed an energy bar and a banana, filled the water bottles with Gatorade and headed to the shed. Walking out the door, I looked at the thermometer. 58F. More »
The little things in life really do make life worth living. Since I took my new job, I’ve been able to spend time with my son almost every morning. It’s not much time, perhaps an hour or so right after we get up. I should say, right after he gets me up. He’s not coming in to the room and waking me up, that would be far too civilized for a three-year old. He calls to me from his bed. I wake up every day to, “DAADDEEEE…”
After going to his room, I stumble down the hall after him bleery eyed. I get him a cup of milk and I start my coffee ritual. I’m always mildly annoyed that his morning drink of choice takes 45 seconds to make and mine takes minutes, but that’s not his fault. Then we chill out and watch Curious George together. After that, we have a little breakfast.
This routine developed rather quickly after I left my last job and I’ve got to say, I really do love it. At the last gig, I was up and out of the house by 6:00 AM. The only mornings Mr. Grey and I had were on the weekends.
I know our little routine will fade away at some point, as he gets bigger, but for now I won’t trade it for anything — not even a few more minutes of sleep on those days when he wakes before the sun is up.
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