You might remember yesterday I was dreaming of the park while cleaning my fridge.
Right after I hit "publish" on the blog, I grabbed my purse, dumped two books inside, and walked over to the park.
Down the sidewalk, across the street.
I might have read two pages total, but I deemed it an important success.
Then (Watch this. I'm about to make a case for why going to the park for an hour instead of finishing my work is choice behavior), 5:00 rolled around and someone called and walked over with hot coffee.
Husband, coffee, park.