Normally my calendar is jam packed with activities. Work, meetings, and volunteer commitments. Now in this strange new world we're living in all have been cancelled and I have a lot of time on my hands.
Hubby Tony is working from home, but without commuting time his business day is shorter. We've been taking a nice long walk every day the weather allows. That's really helped us investigate the neighborhood streets in our new neighborhood. But sometimes we walk with a purpose.
When I woke up this morning the ground was wet, but my phone app said the rain had stopped for a few hours. We needed some things from Aldi, so Tony and I decided to walk (a distance of eight-tenths of a mile-the majority of it straight north, with a short jog to the east). Before we left we each grabbed a bag from the stash in my car, and as we shopped in the store each of us got to decide just how much weight they wanted to carry home.
Rather than going back by the same route we walked a little farther east, then turned and went south until we got to a back entrance to our subdivision, where we turned east, making a large three-mile circle.
What would have been a fifteen minute in the car took about 90 minutes on foot. Because we could.