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
