I used to get headaches from crying. I’d have a big sobbing session and then get a headache later in the day. I kept waiting for that particular kind of headache to come on me when Ambrose was in the hospital, but it never did. I haven’t had a crying headache in all this time since the stroke.
I wonder if it’s because the way that I cry is different now. That I am finally crying without judging myself for it. There is no need for a headache after crying, because crying doesn’t require punishment. I felt that way as a child, that crying should be punished. Was taught that, and took the lesson in my own way.
I woke up to a snow covered landscape. The mountains are completely out of sight, lost in the sea of white that narrows my view to the surrounding houses. The snow’s texture is perfect for snowballs and snowmen, nice and sticky. I don’t think it’s quite deep enough to snowshoe, so I’m going to go outside with my yaktrax and a pair of trekking poles freshly adorned with snow baskets. Take a nice little walk, maybe stop by a neighbor’s house to say hi.
I had a treat this morning. My favorite instant espresso mixed into heated milk. I’ve been avoiding caffeine for my stomach, but I just felt like having that this morning and I decided to go with it.
I’m very glad that I did my trike tires yesterday. With no garage, I would have ended up delaying it again. No way would I try to work on it in this weather.
There’s an exercise in the 2nd week of the 2nd level of Knee, Ankle, Foot that has been very challenging for me. It’s got a silly name, Big Tootsie Plank, but it seriously works my foot muscles. It’s like every time I think I’ve woken up my feet, there’s another level to find.
I thought about making one of my traditional Sunday breakfasts, an omelet or grits & eggs. I made one or the other of those for Ambrose and I every Sunday that we were home. I do know how to make a half serving of grits. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not this morning. Maybe some other time.
I’ve set out Minute Rice and a can of mackerel to make for dinner. Half will be tomorrow’s breakfast.
It’s getting whiter outside. Going out in it will be a nice little adventure.