So L and I took some time off after lunch, and went snowshoeing. We really did.
I haven't used my snow shoes in a long time, but they are perfectly good. I can't say as much for my poles, but they are easily replaced.
We saw lots of evidence of deer in the area.
We didn't go down to this brook, in fact, I opted not to go down any real steep inclines.
You can't believe how sensible I'm being, right?
Well it IS the first time I've ever actually really had a hole in my head, instead of just being accused of it.
Then someone else came along to add insult to injury, and shot holes in it.
It was so nice that when I came home, I changed my shoes and took Roy for a long walk.
So I guess I got my exercise today.
But I'm not too tired to throw the shuttle just a few more times, only because I'm intrigued with this crazy fuchsia color.
And then I'll call it a day.
As I was walking by the river, with the crisp wind in my face, it felt so good, and I was suddenly conscious of the spring of my step, my barely there headache, an overall awareness of being very much alive, and almost well. More well than I've been in a long time.
And if my doctor had been there right at that moment, I would have hugged him as hard as I could.
I am so grateful that I found him when I did, and that he had the skill and the knowledge and the compassion that he needed, to do what he did.
Thank you, Dr. Rekate, from the bottom of my heart.