too much booty in the pants

Today is a Monday. 

Yesterday, I did not check my e-mail.  I did not use the internet.  I sat around all morning, made the pie crust.  It made me wish that I had hands like a food processor--fast and deadly sharp.  Then I rode my bike up past False Bay and over towards American Camp.  I went for a long run through the field down to South Beach and then up the ridge by Jackle's Lagoon.  I could see the Olympics outlined in the haze.  The water was still.  Then I made a strawberry-rhubarb pie that was more like strawberry-rhubarb flavored sugar-soup in a pastry bag. 

I woke up sore this morning.  So I used this new leg-jiggling strategy that has all the exercise pros a talking amongst themselves:

The weird gross noises that sound like someone hitting a geoduck with a baby are just me laughing.