Day 7: November 11th, 2014

Tuesday was another great day. My day off! I got up around 9:30 and started texting everyone about going hiking. It seemed as if everyone that wanted to go couldn't, except one person. Muse (formally known as the girl from the couch) was doing her own thing, the red headed bestie was not responding to my text, but of course, the teacher was up at the crack of dawn (my time) asking if we were doing the damn thing or not. After all this, I felt that I was running late to take care of the trio. The trio are the dogs that I had agreed (gladly) to take care of while the curly haired friend was out of town. So, I got ready for hiking and went to hang out with the dogs for a while. It turned out that I had to do a lot more hanging out than I had thought however, so I was with the trio a bit longer than planned, but the poor things really needed some love and of course I was happy to be there with them. The trip however, got pushed back some more. Then, I heard from Muse, and she wanted to come hiking which made me very happy. So, I told her we had time still to wait for her to get to my house and we would all leave from there. The teacher had a time at the gas station so she was running behind, then Muse was a little lost, so it was well past noon before we got on the road. I wanted to have more time to hike so we decided to go to Pilot Mountain instead of Hanging Rock. The teacher led the way and to my surprise had put "Pilot Mountain" into her GPS, and we ended up coming into the back part of Pilot to an area none of us had ever been before. It was actually in East Bend, but it was the back of the mountain all the same. It was quiet and secluded and close to my house so we trekked though. It was so beautiful! The trail is right along part of the Yadkin River and we could see all the colors of the changing trees, this is by far my favorite time of the year to go hiking. We had so much fun! The teacher brought her awesome dogs with her and they loved it. They got in the water every chance they could, and tried numerous times they really couldn't. The clumsy one was hilarious. We laughed and talked and enjoyed nature and it was amazing. I will definitely be going back by myself very soon.

The Muse and I went to eat Mexican after that and stuffed ourselves fat. I got home with plans to clean and cook and instead I read my book and took a very nice and perfect nap. I got up a bit late, but I still made it to the grocery store to get the stuff I needed to make a spaghetti diner and birthday cake for the 'dad to be'. He had driven most of the day before to take his little lady home and then worked both of his jobs all day on his birthday. I had invited him over before I even knew it was his birthday, and decide to make him a cake just the day before. He brought the brother over with him on the very late tip and we enjoyed some good food, and naps for them. It was so late before I finished dinner, and then it was really late before I could get the cake in the oven. The 'dad to be' and the brother both fell asleep while I was making the cake, but both of them woke up and ate some before they left. It was a good night. The red headed bestie came to join the fun too, and stayed for a few minutes after the guys left. I was very tired by the time I went to bed and it was very, very late. Day seven was decent for my routine. I got up earlier than my routine suggests. I went for a very long walk if you count the hike. I read, I danced, and I also cooked, cleaned, and entertained guests. I still haven't done the routine I set out to do. I haven't made it a strict routine that I must do at the same time every morning. When I did this years ago, it was very different. But, so was I, and the reasons were drastically different too. If I let myself compare the two I feel guilty for not doing more, but if I look at this as new experience and adventure, I feel like its getting me somewhere, I am not sure quite where yet, but I know that anywhere is better than the state I was in before.