Today is Yom Kippur, the holiest, most serious day of the year. It is meant for reflection and repentance, and I’ve got a lot to think about. I have been stressed about many areas of my life, and this is the ideal time to stop and think about why that’s been the case – and what it means.
I love celebrating birthdays (other people’s even more than my own) and I particularly love celebrating the birthday of my favorite bookstore. The Strand turned 98 years young this weekend and Finn and I spent hours there. It’s always nice to be surrounded by fellow bookish people and I love that Finn considers a bookstore celebrating a true highlight of the weekend.
Once Finn went into his room for quiet time, Albert agreed to hang at home so I could have an hour to do a run and take a shower. The gym was a bust so I decided to take my workout outside – something I haven’t done in two months. It’s also been that long since I ran for more than 20 minutes. Given the circumstances, it certainly wasn’t my fastest, but my time wasn’t terrible and I really enjoyed running through the park on a September afternoon.
Lindsay was solo parenting this weekend and decided to spend Sunday bringing her twins to NYC so they could go to the Museum of Natural History for the first time. We met them there and spent nearly three hours (basically eons when you’re talking young kids) looking at space and dinos. After that, we ran around Central Park (Belvedere Castle and rock after rock for them to climb) and finished with ice cream and some playground action. It was a packed day (as it should be when it’s a two-hour drive each way) but a great one. I loved getting to hang with one of my best friends and finally meeting her boys – who are SIX! It felt just like a Sunday should feel.
Peaches to Apples 