Listen to the rain

After carrying that 12 pound package a mile yesterday, I started getting cramps in my shoulders. I should have used my head. I'm good at carrying things on my head, but people stare, and I didn't feel like being stared at so I put it in a shoulder tote and kept switching shoulders. I am such a total flabster! DH tells me that when he was in the Army, they did 50 mile hikes with a 60 lb pack. I don't know if I could do a two mile hike with a 60 lb pack. And I know I couldn't manage a 30 mile hike - even if someone else carried the water bottles.

So anyhow, my wussy shoulders were cramping up last night and I gave them the serious treatment. Tylenol PM puts me down for the count and FORCES everything to relax. I woke up pain-free, but soooo dopey. DH and I went to breakfast under a sunny sky with a few white puffs of clouds, and when we got back home, I sat down on the sofa for a minute and fell asleep. And he let me. While I slept, the sky clouded over,the wind picked up, and I was wakened by a giant growl of thunder. Rain is hammering on the roof, the trees are thrashing around, it's too dark to cast a shadow outside, and it has turned into the perfect day to go back to sleep. So who am I to ruin a perfect day? The cats can use a warm lap, DH is researching things to do in Sydney and Canberra, and (yawn) I'm sooo (Yawwwn) sleepy.