I got up and did my walk this morning without too much drama. Not right away, but I started walking before 6. I decided to go ahead and do the limited food window today so instead of eating breakfast, I had tea and some decaf coffee. And water.
The forecast had snow, and for once it was accurate. It began to snow in the morning, and by lunchtime there were a few inches accumulated. I walked to the mailbox in the snow with my yaktrax on my boots for extra traction. It was a cold walk, but I was glad to get out in the snow.
It was hard going back to work when all that beautiful snow was falling. I just wanted to go outside and play in it, but I had to wait until after work. By then, the accumulation was close to 4 inches. I got my snowshoes out. Ambrose’s snowshoes that are now mine. I went back to the mailbox because I figured the mail might have been a bit late – there weren’t any car tracks when I checked it at lunch. But still no mail for me.
On my way back, I detoured past my house to go through my neighbor’s property. It was getting dark, but I figured I could finish. Plus, I had my headlamp with me just in case. One of the snowshoes came off my boot so I had to pause to get it back on. I hadn’t fastened it properly when I started. And soon after that I slipped and fell in the snow, which wasn’t too bad, though I’m a bit sore in places.
I needed to turn the light on as I was starting to climb up my neighbor’s hill. It was fun snowshoeing in the dark. Well, only because I’d reached the “easy” part of their property, where there was a road rather than random rocks waiting to trip me. When I got home, I made a snow angel.
Normally, on days when I’m doing the limited eating window, I’d stop eating by 6, but it was 5 til when I got back from my snow fun so I extended the window to 7. I had four scrambled eggs and some whole wheat raisin toast for dinner. I needed to use up those eggs before I left for Chicago. The original plan was to make another pecan pie to bring to my friend, but I won’t be going there now that her toddler is sick.
I debated risking it, but I don’t want to bring illness to my family. Nor do I want to be sick while I’m on vacation visiting. I’ve got an alternate plan for tomorrow all set up, and a ride to the airport and breakfast set for Saturday. It will be nice to hang out with another friend for a bit before my trip.
I am still not packed. I know that I need to pack but I am having a really hard time motivating myself to actually do it. It will have to get done before I leave for Nampa tomorrow. And I need to bring all the stuff to sleep on the floor with in Boise. I think I’m too focused on not panicking to actually get anything done.
I’ll pack in the morning because I will have no choice but to pack. It has to get done. I’m leaving tomorrow by 2.
There was a knock on my back door this evening. I was surprised, but not freaked out, which was cool. It was someone looking for the former owner of my house. I felt bad for him, having come out all this way in the snowy weather only to find that the person he was looking for wasn’t here. I wonder what it was about.
I am looking forward to my Chicago visit, but I’m also sad about leaving home. I want to be here, in a way. Even though I’d be alone. I’d be around his things. I’d go hiking. I’d snowshoe if it snows again. Instead, I’m going to the city, and apparently bringing rain. No white Christmas in the cards this year. I’m glad I got one day of snowshoeing in before the end of the year.
