Poor planning strikes again and here it is 10:30 at night and I have not sat still long enough to type something out relevant to this blog. Which is to say I’m not even sure what the point of this blog is, let alone for something to be relevant to.
I am still working on a year of wearing wool. It seems sillyish, and I’m not sure what the point of the challenge is. Who cares if I wear wool every day or not? Also, after the 100 days Wool& Challenge, I don’t believe I have had a day where I don’t wear wool. To make 2023 a year of wool is…not really a challenge? It might not even be possible, given the new to me and comfortably wooly closet, to not wear wool for a day. But here we are, day whatever it is into 2023 and I have worn wool every day.
It’s the second day of Lent and the weather was balmy, nearly 70 degrees! I did step outside for a walk, sans the dog, but wearing my thrifted Taos sneakers, which I had worn all day anyway. I am also trying to move away from exercise clothes. I don’t want to have to get dressed to step outside for a walk, come home, and then get dressed. I suppose this means that I won’t be trying to walk nearly as fast, either. A stroll through the neighborhood with a leash with a dog on the other end is perfectly fine. I’m moving. I’m outside. I think Mrs. Causoban of Middlemarch would find it acceptable. Maybe not actually the dog part.
Moving through the flotsam and jetsam, I hope I find a less frenetic voice and settle into this. Until tomorrow…