Because this isn’t the first injury I’ve had in my life, I know this feeling: tired because the pain wears you down and because I didn’t sleep well – because, darn it, it hurts too much to sleep well.
So today is all about being tired and achy. But I also wanted to get things done and live my life. So I did the laundry and made bread – awkward – but I did it. And we went across the street with the dogs. My discovery there: I can’t snowshoe with two poles right now. The good news is that I do perfectly well with just one. So White Queen on Wednesday is definitely happening. I’ll just use one pole, be a bit slower perhaps, and watch myself on the downhill. I’m not sure yet how I’ll navigate that but I’m confident that I’ll find a way.
We went to Sheila’s house this evening for happy hour – caught a great clear, sunset shot of Idaho Peak. As everyone agreed, we’ve had so few clear days this winter that when we get one, it’s worth paying attention.
And that’s it for me – tired and achy. And cold. Blah!
Tomorrow morning, I’m going for a snowshoe with Nicky – and then probably resting a lot the remainder of the day – preparing for Wednesday. And writing. I am probably more than halfway through my oxymoronic long short story – perhaps I’ll even finish it tomorrow. I’m feeling immensely curious about how it will read when it’s done.