I got up and got going before the alarm this morning. Not a lot before, but enough to give me a head start on my day. Last night I finally made a note in the notebook I put in my bathroom to write down dreams so I wouldn’t forget them. I had a dream with Ambrose in it, and I didn’t want to risk forgetting it, even if the part with him was very short.
I did my morning mile in under 21 minutes. I’m starting to get faster on my hill, which I knew would happen, but it’s still exciting. I saw the light of moonset reflected in clouds to the west, an almost golden color that quickly disappeared.
Over the last few years, I’ve developed a bad habit of not being able to write the performance evaluations for my direct reports during the work day. Things would come up, or I’d focus on other projects, and I’d end up needing the weekend to get them completed. Not so this year! I finished only a little after 5 today.
I did two loads of laundry today. One with sheets and towels, and one with clothes. I change my sheets and wash my bath towels once every two weeks, on pay day because that helps me remember to do it consistently.
My hands and feet have been a bit cold today, which I’m only noticing because they hadn’t been cold for the past couple of weeks. It’s got me considering whether the excess chill of my extremities could be related to my hormonal cycle, and maybe that’s why I felt so cold when I was in Chicago over Christmas. Maybe next year I’ll be at a different part of my cycle and feel warmer.
I cried while I was heating up dinner. Ugly crying. Moaning and wailing. The emotions are riding high and I just need to let them.
My after dinner walk also featured a sub 21 minute mile, even with a brief chat with a neighbor who has accidentally adopted a Siamese cat. She was going up to feed it when she drove past me on the road. And then I did my Move U exercises. I’m starting the Shoulder Impingement program. The goal is to fix the pain I developed in the left shoulder with overhead movements after the pandemic. I had been working on my shoulder without a program for a while, so here’s hoping the program helps.
I’m still not one hundred percent sure what I’m doing tomorrow. A part of me wants to write a short story since tomorrow’s the last day I have to write one for the Pulphouse submission from the Kickstarter. Part of me wants to drive out and see how far I can hike up the Brownlee trail. And part of me wants to do absolutely nothing. I do need to get my weekly grocery shopping done. I need eggs, among other things.
I’m going to take a quick shower before bed to wash off the sweat before I climb into my nice clean sheets. And I will choose in the morning. Write or hike. Or maybe go for a run if the temperature is decent…
I’m amused every time I walk by my fridge and see what I wrote for Thursday’s blood donation appointment.
