I made a pledge (when will I learn never to make a pledge?!) to walk up to the water tower every day this week. It takes 20 very huffy puffy minutes to get up the hill and normally my walking buddy parks 2 mins walk away from the hill and we’re done in no time. Wouldn’t you know it, she said she was sick today so I had to either do it alone on day one or fail on day one. I am proud to report that I did it. It took 75 minutes from my front gate and back (one of those times I desperately wished I could drive), I was pushing myself so hard I nearly vomited at one point (but in a good way, if you know what I mean) and I nearly cried with relief when I got to the top. But the sense of satisfaction is enormous and even if I can’t save tomorrows weigh in at least I did something that should really impact next weeks. I wish I had something more interesting to report but it feels like my life is on constant repeat – walk, dishes, sleep, repeat. I am usually too exhausted in the evenings to even consider crafting. It simply requires too much concentration. Crochet? I’d make a total mudle of the yarn. Embroidery would be far too dangerous. A needle? Yikes! However it looks like rain tomorrow and the water tower hill might be would definitely be too muddy to walk up so just maybe a sleep in and a bit of crafting will happen. It would certainly be the boost that I need right now. I never thought I’d be wanting rain.
Here’s some pretty pictures for you until my brain returns. That baby and cat in the second row? Oh my. Oh. my.