The Stratford Lines are Perfect and I Think I've Figured Out a Color Scheme for My Bedroom

A productive morning built on guilt of losing a Friday, then a decision to walk to the Sound again: 9.9 miles, 18,946 steps. It was a little painful on the way back, more because I think I was creating blisters in areas there shouldn't be blisters. Ah, but with good narratives, ear phones, blue skies, and a warm sun, the stride was easy enough (I'll endure the aches later). 

And Glamis ate chicken, meatballs, and salmon. She also took her pills with little drama (my fingers are now used to the slices - she doesn't mean it...she just hates her pills).

Today is Easter, but I thought yesterday was. Easter Sunday, Crandall. There's a reason it's called Easter Sunday.

I thought I took pause yesterday because it was Easter. I lose. 

And, I continue with the #VerseJoy challenge...This one to write about what one never really wanted...what one wants to resist. I liked the prompt (and finished the night with college basketball, because I could)