I started every day last week feeling like, at least it’s Friday.
I was right once, of course.
Continue reading “A week of Fridays”Tag: postaday
Uh oh – Ow
After all that raking, I was more aware of my back muscles, but I wasn’t ‘in pain’.
I went to bed that night like I would any other night.
Continue reading “Uh oh – Ow”Missing
Missing the adventure of winging to some far-flung place, seeing new sites, meeting new people.
Missing the casual ease of popping over to visit my folks, the quiet pleasure of inviting them over for a meal, maybe a show watched together…
Continue reading “Missing”The tension of waiting
For my marathon medal to stop looping through the eastern seaboard and get delivered to me…
Continue reading “The tension of waiting”A song in – or maybe for – my heart
As I type this, not as it posts, it’s the actual day of the actual Baltimore Festival of Running. I am not running. I did my marathon, twice, earlier this month.
But the air is crisp and the sun is shining. It’s a glorious Autumn weekend morning… it’s a lovely day to get out and move.
Continue reading “A song in – or maybe for – my heart”Inadvertent mooch
I spinned spun stationary biked over at the folks house two days in a row.
At the end of the second day I genuinely felt like I had maybe messed up my knee. Continue reading “Inadvertent mooch”
Grisly discovery
More discoveries
Surprising: I found stuff my niece left over so long ago I don’t know when it could have been. I mean obviously, a while ago, because COVID. But even before that. Wow. Continue reading “More discoveries”
Unplanned goals
When I started posting on Jan 1, it wasn’t that I planned to do a post-a-day. I didn’t. I was just newly back from a trip to Asia [thread starts here]
(and of course I always posted when I got back from a trip) … Continue reading “Unplanned goals”
Red bird
As I type this, we don’t yet have a shelter-in-place order here — but I have been, since I came back from the office last week. (And basically for the week before, as well.)
For the foreseeable future.
Everyone else who’s self-isolated seems stir crazy with the sudden smallness of their world — but really, until I fling myself across the globe on a trip (no time soon, alas), this is my normal.
