monday || week 44

I head to the gym to do one of those special classes. One where they break everyone who signed up, into groups and move us from station to station. We lift weights, cycle and row. I come out tired, but glad I did it. It has been a long time since I cycled and I liked it. I come home and start another loaf of bread (at his request). I clean out my closet between folding and turning the loaf, but the whole time I can't take my eyes off the weather;  the light, the colors of fall and the sunshine.  I find myself feeling resentful towards him, for now my whole day is lost in the art of bread baking. I finally tell him, kindly but firmly. When it appears enjoy it, but don't expect it. It is mine and I do it for me, when I want to. It did however, turn out so well. My best loaf yet I think. 

But still. . . .