Today was going to be semi-epic. I was going to walk up Red Mountain Road (again), find that “other” road then a trail and then get to the top of the mountain on snowshoes. But then I opened my eyes this morning to unrelenting grey skies and boy, was it cold!
I lost heart. And that surprises me. I don’t think anything has ever deterred me from a hike before. Maybe a torrential downpour once or twice – but that was pretty rare.
Okay – so the cold got me. Oh – and the grey. It was supposed to be sunny darnitall. And it is – now – and I can’t go out now because I am making chocolate truffles and it’s going to be dark very soon. It gets dark early here at this time of year.
So what did I do instead? I made like a dog – just curled up. I napped, pulling the blanket over my head – yes I did.
And now, of course, I feel awful. I was not built for a sedentary life. Goddess no!
And I feel guilty. My body hurts. I feel like I am falling apart mentally and physically. Yuck!
There – nice to get that out in the open. (sigh) In other news, I am making those truffles. Simon is, as usual, working miracles upstairs, this time with the skylight window, which is far, far more complicated than I can imagine. We might be able to move our offices into the upstairs tomorrow and that would allow us to sort out the downstairs too. That will feel awfully good.
In the meantime, fingers crossed that the sun shines (as it’s supposed to do) tomorrow and the next day – I do need to get my bum to the top of that mountain behind us.
In other news – Simon is still putting up with me and has not yet asked for a divorce. Brilliant!