C’?? nessuno qui che ha quel nome

There’s no one here by that nameWhat a very odd week. Work was what it always is. But somehow I managed to get stressed out anyway. I certainly didn’t take care of myself very well, gaining a nice three pounds. Sheesh.I did manage a decent long run on Saturday although I cut it short due to the deluge of rain and some nasty wind. I had trouble staying warm and motivated. One of the recurring daydreams I have when I am running is our family moving to a small ski village somewhere. It’s not a real place because it is very small but also incredibly upscale. Maybe it’s Aspen 50 years ago or Courmayeur without the freeway running through it. Anyway the daydream is this wonderful life where we send the kids off to school. I head to work, a blessedly short commute which I can run about an hour or cycle three hours the long way. Most days after work I come home, we play with the kids, then quietly read and go to bed. Other days Susan and the kids come near my work and meet me for dinner at a little restaurant where the staff knows us all and we just have a nice night out.No cars at all, no driving. There is a train down to the ocean we use on the weekends. It’s just snug and nice. This doesn’t seem like a huge daydream like my lottery one or the “you inherited a mega corporation” or the “for some strange reason you’re a sports star” one. But it makes me feel content.At some point on the run I had this moment where I popped back into reality and thought “hey, I don’t need to live in a perfect ski town somewhere in the Italian Alps, I could actually live part of that now”. Mostly it’s an attitude adjustment. My work is not so difficult at least right now that I cannot work humane hours. I don’t need to check email all the time. I can be home in time to cook dinner and just hang out and read with the family. So that is my goal this week: simple living. And we’ll see ifa) I get boredb) Real-world America intervenes with all the temptations of computers, TV, and bars