Have you ever felt like you were walking through a near constant fog? Like no matter what you do, you just can't shake this...feeling? This past few months has felt like a fog. I have no idea why. But yesterday and today felt like this amazing breath of fresh air. Maybe its because I did breath a lot of fresh air. It was amazing out, mid-70s, blinding sunlight. I didn't do anything fancy, in fact I didn't leave Menlo Park. Yesterday, I went to work, and instead of staying in the office while an experiment was running, I jogged around the campus (well, technically, I jogged for like 15 minutes, briefly died of heat exhaustion, then walked for another 2 miles). I went to a cafe and read and had an iced tea. I planned our next vacation and generally chilled out. This morning, I finalized our trip plans, and took a casual stroll to the farmers market and an even more casual one back. And just like a little wave, the will to start cooking again came washing over me. For the past few months, cooking has seemed like the most arduous chore that I had come to hate and resent. But now, poof, back to love. I'm sad that Eric had to work all weekend, but sometimes you just need time to yourself to just stop thinking. I love that feeling.
I have no idea if this feeling will last, I sure do hope it does. But I wanted to capture this moment, just in case it is fleeting.
I snapped a bunch of photos this weekend while wandering around and lounging at home. Enjoy :)