I pulled out my running clothes, and then I read the temperature outside: 14 degrees in Central Park. Too cold for running today. This Alaskan girl is getting weaker by the year in terms of the cold. Damn.
On the other hand, I’m getting my first solo relaxing morning in a while… no jumping out of bed and running to do something. So it’s coffee, Emmy the Cat, and a good book. The perfect morning. Now if I could just teach Emmy to fetch my coffee, this morning would be near perfection.