After five weeks of crazy-ness I guess it's natural to have a little bit of a weird feeling when things do finally slow back down to normal speed. And it's darker in the morning, and much chillier. Pretty soon we'll be turning the clocks back. I think that this is hitting me more this year because I don't have my Thanksgiving trip to plan and look forward to. In fact, I know that's what it is. If I could run, it would be easier on me, but my foot/ankle is still not right and I am afraid of making a bad situation worse by jumping on the treadmill too soon. I took a long walk at lunch yesterday and it wasn't feeling quite right all night. Maybe Friday I can try it. Worst case I might have to walk part of the time and best case, I'll get some much needed endorphins!
I was too tired for much of anything last night when I got home. Tink got her walkies, I put away the clean dishes, watched a little TV and was asleep by 10 or so. For noon knitting today I brought my Juneberry start and hope to get four rows done at lunchtime. It is not TV knitting - it's lace knitting, every row except once in a great while a plain purl row. It is going to be stunning though.
I tinkered a bit with my lineup yesterday and may take another look today or tomorrow. I don't like to tinker, I like to get it right and keep it that way. But injuries abound this season and I got a terrible starting lineup to begin with. I haven't given up yet.
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