I did something yesterday that I don’t usually do. It went thusly:
I was all ready to walk to work with my running shoes and backpack, but as soon as I stepped outside I discovered it was raining. This was despite me looking out the window before I left the apartment and seeing no rain. (In the rain’s defence, it was still a little dark out, and none of the puddles I use as a gauge for rain has not yet formed). So not wanting to put up with this, I got in my car and drove instead.
As I drive I predicted that the rain would stop as soon as I parked. I was right.
What I don’t usually do is drive to work since it only takes about 5 min and it’s just as worthwhile to walk. Also, if there is any way of talking myself out of driving, I will. But it was raining big *plop plop* rain so I felt encouraged to not walk.
Lindsie’s policy in regards to her commute.
- Walk most days, unless:
- It’s raining and I don’t want to walk, or
- I’m tired and I don’t want to walk, or
- I have to transport something heavy and I don’t want to carry it, or
- My feel hurt, or
- I feel like driving
- Policy is subject to change when I feel comfortable taking the bus again
I’m on my annual birthday holiday for two weeks now. In the scheme of things where I travel somewhere fancy for my birthday every other year, I should be on my way to London or Mexico right now. This isn’t a very well established scheme since it’s only happened once, but I had vague plans to do it again. In true COVID fashion, I have instead purchased three flavours of coconut-based frozen dessert … that’s not even a little bit the same thing! There are such glorious vegan desserts in London I could be sampling.