It's all gone now
DH now has photographic proof that I have been seen confronting snow. He got this picture on Sunday. As you can see, I was not happy about it. I know that there are people who will gleefully frolic in this stuff, who find it serene and ethereally beautiful. Well, bloody good for you! We hates it, we does. Nasssssty sssnowsesss! We're GLAD it's all melted now!
My pajama day was blissful yesterday. My bones no longer ache, and my eyes no longer roll shut whenever I stop moving. Thank you for validating my down time. Used to be, I knew when I was sickening for something. It was so rare to feel less than tiptop that I recognized it instantly. Now, I'm draggin' tush by the end of every day. My inner critic says that there are women in their 80s who have more vim than I, and it's my own fault if I'm not as fit and vital as they are. My inner comforter reminds me that there have always been women with more ______ (vim, strength, success, beauty, intelligence, self-discipline, etc. . ..pick one - or several ) than I have. And there always will be. We have different strengths, and we pay different prices for the things we cherish.