Sundays are the best, aren’t they? But I have to admit, now that I have to get on the train every Monday for the morning commute, those Sunday night blues got a little more real, not to mention how doubly hard it was after a long holiday break. It was hard to motivate this week; even the girls had a difficult time those first few days getting out of bed. We’d all gotten used to waking up an hour or 2 later than usual, and the luxury of savoring those first moments of awake time without having to jump out of bed with an agenda of getting everyone out the door in 40 minutes was golden.
But a few days in and it’s business as usual. As with most years, we’ve scheduled out our summers and vacation plans already, including signing the girls up for summer camp. Mark is back at the Winter Flea on Saturdays at their new Crown Heights location until the outdoor market season begins in April, which only leaves us with Sundays for family lounging and adventures.
On our first Sunday of the year, we took a walk through Central Park because despite the misty overcast day, it was 60 degrees and glorious to walk around. The city does moody very well. But it’s been unbelievably cold the rest of the week, with temperatures and wind chills that bite through your gloves and any other part of your body that’s not double or triple layered. Welcome to January.
PS. I just started the Serial podcast and will likely finish by the weekend. Anyone else?