This morning at work I learned that today was the most depressing of the entire year. Last year, I would have wholeheartedly agreed. Five AM starts on a Monday will do that to you.
This weekend was productive all around for the wedding. I had my measurements taken for my extremely anti-bridal dress, designed a save-the-date that both the Thoroughly Modern Male and I agree on, designed the back of the postcard to approval from TMM, and cooked a cottage pie and a risotto.
This weekend was the first time on the bike in months. January’s not mild, but it’s nothing like the bitterness of December. Along the way I saw a man with a gun and a dog tramping through the brush on the side of the road. Quite quaint.