As I write this in the dark early morning, I can hear my daughter coughing in bed in fitful sleep. I myself am slumping from end-of-illness fatigue and can’t believe I’ve been awake (restless dog, hormones) since 3:15am.
Add to that sore wrists. I’ve been trying out a new form of exercise and overdid it one day, and voila! Two weeks later, I still am having trouble typing. I think it’s going to be okay, but a lot of things have fallen by the wayside. Do you think life was sending me a message?
Each year I forget how busy October is, and this morning, I breathe a sigh of relief that Halloween is over. My ill husband ignored it altogether, and last night, after a long day of Halloween food, parties, activities and freezing cold, one daughter lay in bed reflecting that Halloween was too strange and weird for her. Next year, she might not bother. “All that work for, like, two hours!” she said, smudges of black from her evil-queen face still ringing her eyes.
So I’m putting up a goofy quickie photo of our cockeyed jack-o-lantern and moving on, hopefully, to a few weeks of rebuilding strength and calm. Here’s hoping for a return to regular exercise and as relaxed a November as I can manage with only one teeny major holiday to contend with.
Hopefully, this time around, I’ll report to you sooner rather than later.