In which my body and my brain both take a break. I cannot remember the last time I did not get out of bed until eight AM. Even on the rare occasions that I am sick, I drag myself out ultra-early and take a shower. I may not move any further than the Green Couch after that but I do get myself up.

I am not sick today. Quite the contrary. But. 1) It snowed last night. 2) It was five degrees this morning (and that’s Fahrenheit, folks). 3) My hip was bothering me. Now. A little snow? Not a big deal. I just spent four weeks in the yooperland where there was snow even during this mild winter. Temperature? Likewise. Hip? A minor thing that has been kind of coming and going the last couple of days. I cannot figure why. Sitting in my cube all week after a month of, uh, not sitting in my cube? Probably. I almost never have aches and pains and I think I last had a headache about two years ago. When I do have the odd little ache or pain, I usually just power-walk through it until it goes away. Today I decided to give myself a pass. Maybe if I don’t walk umpteen million miles today, this teensy tinesy little pain in my hip will go away? And so it did.

Reality is that I think I am totally, utterly, absolutely burned out from my month in the yooperland, trekking up and down the escarpment, participating in various decisions, life and death-type and others and all the second guessing that goes along with that territory. I am not quite equipped for that kind of stuff and I needed to decompress today. I emerged from the Landfill for a while about mid-morning to shovel and SALT (!!!) my sidewalk while engaging in a bit of egregious idling. Which is not illegal. Yet. Thank you very much. I did actually get some flinging done down in the Landfill Dungeon for the next charity pickup, which happens to be Tuesday. Can’t let people like my cousin Jay get ahead of me there, although I think she probably is and also it seems she has a *partner* in her efforts. And I draaaaaaaggged myself out and over to the Plum Market in the mid-afternoon.

Tonight? Knight’s. With Mouse. We walked over there. It is so much fun to be able to belly up to the bar with your daughter and order Franhattans. Good night. Sleep tight (or not). Love y’all. KW.

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