Despite how I sounded yesterday, I don't envy the mother-to-be having to live on a couch for the next 10 to 12 weeks. I feel like I should apologize for my remarks; if I sounded insensitive, I truly didn't mean it.
No run or walk or anything physical yesterday. [Well, I did unload the dishwasher and managed two loads of laundry.] I was pretty wiped out, and ended up napping – yes, napping! – and then kind of moving around like a zombie because I'm not accustomed to napping.
I hope today will be a return to some kind of normal. Also? I hope it snows, because I'm still kind of wiped out and I don't want to go get my hair cut. It was supposed to precipitate overnight, but it hasn't started yet. It's much colder, though, so any kind of workout will have to be on the treadmill.
My brand-new Garmin will think I don't like him/her/it.
I'm still working on the backlog of unread blogs I missed over the weekend. One of these days I'll be all caught up again. Probably just in time to take another trip. [There are two on the schedule for March.]
Who knew Mr. Shrinking Knitter's retirement would keep us so busy?