The first week

I had a birthday last week.  It was a fairly important one.

It put me in a pensive mode.

I've been thinking about aging, and life, and my goals, and whether I'm happy with where I am.  The first week of a new year in my life.  Firmly in or on the cusp of what they call "middle age."  In general, I've decided I'm actually quite happy.  Happier than I have any right to be.  When I think about the millions of potential lives I could have been born into and lived, I feel very, very grateful for this one.

E made dinner for my birthday -- Caprese from our garden with truffle oil and caviar.

My Junior Attorney took me out for Persian food lunch.  So delicious!

The almost blue moon view from our Thursday night gathering of friends who come to us and BBQ was gorgeous.

A college girlfriend invited myself and another college girlfriend over for deviled eggs and farm fun.  It had been 17 years since the three of us had last seen each other.

The host has gorgeous chickens.

Her egg storage had over 300 eggs.  We barely made a dent.

Baby Goats are the cutest things!

In my pensive state, I didn't do much high effort running last week.  Total mileage for the week was 26.38, most of it walking, although I did fit in a 2 mile run with E, which is always a bit more high effort than I expect since his legs are so much longer than mine.  I did a bit of gardening and quite a bit of enjoying healthy food at home.  The lack of running effort is about to change, as my spreadsheet informs me that it's now 7 weeks to my target 10K -- so, there will be *some* quality workouts in the coming weeks, if only out of necessity.

And with that, 1 week of a new year of my life is done.  Voila.