A new day is here
A new chance to be happy
Let peace and light in
I feel much better today, after a pretty bad day yesterday. The twelve-mile run was very difficult; I wrote all about it here in my marathon training journal and won’t repeat it, except to say that I haven’t felt so weak and exhausted since I was on chemo. I don’t know why I had such a hard time yesterday, but I hope it’s the last time! I’ve got a six-mile run next weekend, anyway, which shouldn’t be a problem, and maybe by the time I do my fourteen-miler, I’ll be back to form.
The turmoil on LJ is also making me very weary. I was oversensitive yesterday and posted a comment I wouldn’t have ordinarily posted. And then felt bad about it for the rest of the day.
On the good side, I felt fine once I got home from my run, rested and had a bit to eat. I didn’t do laundry, but I did wash out my bandages and running clothes. And I pumped water. I guess I’ll call it a wash: it was a hard day, but what needed to be done got done, and now it’s over.
I feel better today. Spot’s been very cuddly these past few days, and he snuggled with me all night last night, which was very nice. It’s been so hot lately, he’s been sleeping mostly at the side of the bed. It has been too hot to have a hot little kitty body pressed against me at night, but I miss him when I can’t feel him next to me. It was a bit cooler yesterday, so he stayed next to me.
I’ve also been trying to meditate more. I think my mind needs the rest. I meditated for a while last night, and I think it helped.
Here’s what’s on for today: I’m going to back up my computer, which I realize I haven’t done in a while. Then I’ll go up to Mom’s and work on her electricity. I should also try calling Dan at Sharpe Solar again, we’ve been playing phone tag all week. I want to get them to install some real electricity at my Mom’s place, and get Harlan to hook up the auto-start on my generator.
This afternoon I need to clean the fish tank. Then I have chat at 5 pm. So, a full day, but I should be able to get everything done.
This is the hummingbird feeder hanging from my Mom’s porch, with one hummingbird drinking at it. It was originally my feeder, but I’d never gotten around to hanging it, so I gave it to her.
