Tuesday

If I could borrow a few hours from yesterday or tomorrow, I would do it. Sweet time, time when I'm not tired, time when I have the will to be something here, on Ocean, something other than worry that minutes are racing too quickly toward a day's end.

I don't have those extra hours. No one is handing out extra time, not today, not on any day and so all  I can do is concentrate on the photographed moments from this day and thankfully there are several and the post will be about those and nothing more (was there anything more?):

First, the breakfast that always dazzles because it is pure and good and so often defined by streaks of sunlight.





Then, the Rosie ride to work. Now that's cold! I almost gave up on her. We were below freezing when I left for work and all the layers in the world couldn't keep that riders' wind from hitting anywhere that it could.





Can you tell how outrageously blue it was today? So much so that during my break between class number 2 and class number 3, I ran down to our lake just to see how it would look if you piled all those blues together, one on top of the other. I was glad that I did. On days like this, Lake Mendota is absolutely dazzling.






The Rosie ride from work was in winds that were a few degrees warmer, but I was a few degrees less capable of fighting off coldness and so I can readily say that this was a low point. Even as, at sunset, the farm fields were golden and lovely and so I was glad to look up and take a quick photo.





Evening dinner: when I'm tired, I like chopping and mixing. So I made turkey chili...


 


... which was terribly appropriate because it had been a cold day and now I just wanted something hearty before me and of course, immediately after, Ed went to play volley ball and I began my evening-long fight with sleep.

And at this moment, I can honestly say that sleep won.