Well, sort of. I'm free between 9am and noon, M-Fr, not counting time driving from and to preschool. Mar headed off for her first day today. She made it into her room without a tear -- all she asked was that her teacher hold her for a minute. I'm proud of how brave she was and, dare I say, became choked up myself as I handed her off. Soon after, I bounded to my car (if you saw me walk, you'd say I bound -- trust me) and celebrated my 180 minutes of freedom!
I marked the occasion by running 3 x 1 mile b/c I need to remember what moving somewhat quickly feels like (quickly being a relative term -- what's quick for me is not quick for most). Home now, icing my leg, I'll clean up soon and head out to pick her up. I have another 72 minutes, however. 72 more minutes of freedom.
From my college radio days, a song that was in heavy rotation back in the day. Remember the Soup Dragons?
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