I woke before the alarm and did my morning walk. But when I got back, I didn’t feel like I had enough time to do exercises. Not without feeling rushed for breakfast, and I wanted to have time to journal a bit this morning. So I decided to do one set of exercises at lunch and one after family zoom in the evening.
The clouds were gorgeous today. Big and fluffy, layered and dark, parting at midday to let me see all the snow we got on the mountains. It’s supposed to rain again tomorrow. I hope it helps the snowpack.
I’ve been feeling pretty emotional today. Maybe seeing the pictures from South Carolina from a year ago is getting to me. From the celebration of life that we held for Ambrose. And I scattered some of his ashes. Yeah, I think that’s stirring me up a bit.
I’m trying to stay consistent with my walks because that’s good for me. Gets me outside. Moving my body. And my exercises are a touchstone. A daily goal I expect myself to meet. But sometimes it’s all I can do to hold back the tears while I’m exercising. Harder to breathe properly when crying.
Dinner was very good. I’m pleased with how it turned out. I might even buy some more frozen salmon once I eat all the frozen meats in the freezer and need to restock. When I came back to Idaho after my Chicago sojourn, I despaired of ever cooking all the salmon that was left in my freezer. Cooking salmon was Ambrose’s job, and he was very, very good at it. He knew how to cook it just the way I liked it best. Though sometimes he would experiment. There were hits, and there were misses. But more hits.
