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.
L's leading the way. Which is good, because then I can take pictures.
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.
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