I have made a vow to never wear leggings as pants, which sometimes results in the following internal monologue: “Well, if I were to go on a run this afternoon I’d need to wear some long spandex because it’s pretty chilly for this time of year. And if I were to do that anyway, why couldn’t I just put them on now? I could totally do that, right? But oh, look at that, I have some errands to run. I might have to leave the house in what looks like leggings as pants. And I do really need to have that sweater washed by Monday. So it may look like I’m wearing leggings as pants, but I won’t be because I’m just a busy lady with errands to run before she goes on a run. It’s different. Definitely”

Compromise is necessary, even with oneself. And it did ensure that I’d break away from term paper craziness to go for a run, so it was almost a win-win. I am however still holding firm to the vow never to wear my Ugg-like slippers (a gift from a grandmother) out of the house–there’s no room for negotiation on that one.

And for procrastinatory perusal (should anyone so desire): http://freecabinporn.com/ (no, it’s not that kind of porn. It’s a lot of beautiful pictures of isolated cabins)