Day 4,095—Fine Art II: It is a Slog!—

 

         I started writing this on the way to Grant’s Farm. I took my youngest there on Thursday, and I made the mistake of telling my second oldest.

         “I want to go to Grant’s Farm!” She has told me every day since then. When I put her down to sleep last night, the last thing she asked me was, “Can we go to Grant’s Farm tomorrow?” 

 So, this morning I relented and said it was a priority. I meant to run for two hours, but it was insanely hot! I was mad at myself for struggling, and I stopped at water fountains, but I was still sweating profusely when I made it close to my home. I called it quits early.

         I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but it started not fun because I insisted that my daughter leave a toy in the car. She had just found it, so I was worried she would lose it again. I was regretting my technique early, but it was too late to back down, my general policy of leaving toys in the car has merit, but I could work on my delivery.

Finally, home now, and I am exhausted. What a long week it has been! I got vegan chicken patties cooking in the air fryer, and I started enjoying a video game. And, I got the music of Kneecap playing in the background. I cannot understand anything they say, but I know exactly what they mean. It makes me smile and think. “Yeah, this is, you know, ‘Fine Art.’”