I’m tired when I get in, but not sleepy. I sit in the coziest corner of the couch and open the book – the steady scratch of pencils – color slowly filling the pages – is relaxing… but it does not put me to sleep. Continue reading “Up all night”
But the hand weights are up off the floor, at last.
(1, 3, 5, 8, 10 lbs. And yes except for 8 & 10 they all got here separately which is why they don’t all “match” each other.)
It was only a Wednesday in early July but it felt like the day had gone on forever and the week had gone on forever and the month had gone on forever. Continue reading “Near miss”
By this time of year, the wardrobe is fully shifted. Out come the shorts, capris, tank tops, and away go the jeans. No more long pants.
Well, no long pants because COVID. Continue reading “Downsizing and lightening up”
Yesterday, I remembered to check my Fitbit battery.
I remembered to charge it as I went to bed.
(Not the music kind. This is me we’re talking about.)
(And, yes, because it is me, I do wish it was a record related to crossing off more travel destinations from my extensive list of places-to-go, but alas, that must wait a bit longer so we can all be a bit safer and healthier in the process.)
No, I’m still doing all my adventuring indoors.
Over the weekend I stayed super active. I kept moving as much as possible – workout, weights, (pause to make coffee), another workout, pond work, yard work, (pause for lunch), more yard work, shower, laundry, pacing, dancing… Continue reading “Working on my record”
Why, yes, I do like many of the poems of Robert Frost. How did you guess?*
So while S and some of our friends ran a virtual 5K while we’ve been in
solitary confinement quarantine, I wondered how “far” I’ve gone with all my daily runs. Continue reading “And miles to go…”
All this discipline in my exercise and diet means that my workout clothes that I had, shall we say Continue reading “It fits!”