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For me, MLK Day started at 4:15am. Drink coffee, eat some carbs, drive to Prospect Hill. Nothing like a 5:45am hike at 15 degrees. 6 miles, 1800 feet of elevation gain. My hands were so numb, I alternated one hand functioning within my glove as designed (securing both hiking poles) and the other hand clenched into a warming fist within the palm of the glove. By the time I made it back to my car, I had a (justifiable) rabid craving for eggs.

One advantage of hiking in the winter is you don’t have to get up as early to see the sunrise.


Sunrise on Prospect Hill

I had off work, but I did work anyway. Mr. P did not have off. Little Boy was not in school, so I made him watch the MLK speech in its entirety before the playdates began.

The playdates! 3 boys arrived, one after another… sweet distraction while I worked (ha, work??! It’s a holiday… I monitored my email, triaged issues, while cleaning and readying life for the commence of tomorrow’s Routine, and of course kept an eye on the boys…)

Play date Victims

Play date Victims


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