Cloudy mornings

Storms passing through mean cloudy mornings with chill breezes through the windows and hiding under the covers for longer than is justifiable. Epic sleep-ins happen when Zach stays on his days off instead of going to his parent’s house. He complains of the cold while I put on a sweater and open the windows further to let in more air. It’s cold and I shiver, but I like the smell coming through the windows. That rainy spring smell. I also know the days of this kind of happy-melancholy weather are numbered and the harsh hot breezes of summer will soon be around the corner. I try to enjoy my cool rainy days while I can.

Full breakfasts with pots of tea and honey make relishing these days all the better.

His breakfasts are usually minimal. A bowl of granola or sometimes only a glass of orange juice. He tends to eat his in bed while I have mine arranged precariously around the keyboard on my desk, hoping I don’t have one of my “klutzy” days and spill tea everywhere. He had the last cinnamon roll from a batch I made from scratch.

Track day

Over a month ago Zach timidly asked me to do him a favor. Would I go with him to the NJMP (New Jersey Motorsports Park)? At first, I didn’t quite understand why he was so concerned about that favor, but when I realized I’d be getting up at the ass crack of dawn to spend an entire day at a track watching cars and motorcycles speed about I realized it was going to be a very. long. day. I knew that no matter what he was going to go, but I found it endearing that he really wanted me to go with him.

So this past Sunday we got up at quarter after 5 and were well on our way to the track, which was an hour’s drive, as the sun was rising. We got to the track, had the car inspected, moved to a spot to “camp out” for the day and waited for instructions. There was a driver’s meeting at 8:10 am and shortly thereafter Zach’s group got to go out.