This morning I thought of Shakespeare’s “hoary headed frost,” because frost is what covered the ground this morning as I walked with Verbal along the parkland path by my parents’ house.  The grasses and bushes were covered with frost that made the grass look like exotic spikey blades with a fuzzy shimmer from the frost in the early morning sun.  The ground and grass crunched under our feet as we walked down the butterfly path and headed toward the bike path.  It was too cold to do the whole loop this morning, and Verbal didn’t seem to mind the walk cut a little short.

Back to my workout routine, finally.  I suffered through an hour of cardio  barre on DVD and then went to help my mother put together the grocery list for Christmas cookies.  (Zero irony = workout… cookies…)  We are on a mission this week to bake a zillion cookies of various shapes, sizes and varieties to greet my siblings when they arrive this weekend.  As of 3PM this afternoon, we had completed the shopping and errands, and I had managed to get the sugar cookie dough done (in the freezer), marinate olives, make cheese balls, and set up bonbons to chill in the freezer…. dipping in chocolate will happen later tonight.  And most importantly…. I didn’t sample taste all of these… so I may actually manage to maintain my weight as opposed to gaining pounds and pounds for the holidays.  Can one weekend of wine and beer really be that damaging?

Because I am now feeling like a total sponger being at home with mom and dad, I spent the rest of the afternoon working the job circuit… and will be writing wonderful cover letters extolling my virtues and talents for the rest of the evening.  And I also managed to wrap up a grant for the theatre company that I am on the board of… so not feeling like a slacker…. at least not so much.

No goofy stories today… – clearly I need to get out of the house more.

Wish you could all be here to eat up the cookies – because I know we will have way too much once I finish.

Miss my friends in LA – and my friends along the way.

As ever,

K. Quinn