It was a pretty good day. Really – “was.”

And it’s not as though it isn’t still a pretty good day: the sun is shining! (this is so rare it is totally worth celebrating! Simon is doing good promotion work with his book. The puppies are well fed. The fire is warming the house – and in the long range forecast it even looks as though our severe cold snap is going to moderate. Hell, we may even get spring eventually – in about two months?

Nicky picked me up today and we spend a couple of hours snowshoeing at Bannock Point – the fun part being ignoring the trails for a large part and even discovering a whole other ridge. Very cool. And we had some fine views today too.

But I am, alas, beginning to succumb to whatever is going on with me. It seems that ever since I had that little ski accident, I haven’t been quite right. I don’t know if it’s the discomfort that’s getting to me – and it shouldn’t because it’s not at me all the time. I spend hours with no pain at all. But my stomach has been extremely iffy. I am in no mood to eat. Just some broth tonight I think. I’ve been dragging my ass on my hikes. When I started off yesterday, I honestly thought I might vomit. (happily, no one knew.)

So I don’t know what’s going on. I want to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head and hibernate until I’m feeling all peppy again. It’s like my internal workings aren’t working properly.

Okay – enough whining. I can handle this. Very gentle food and not much of it is what the doctor ordered.

I’ll be right in no time.

And I can use tomorrow as an excuse for a day of rest and writing! So there!