Another early morning. Yesterday wrapped its arms around me and whispered in my ear, “you are not 25 anymore.. Well, I never! By 2pm, my hips, legs and feet were yelling, no, screaming at me to slow down. I started my day at 3:45 am.
Just like this morning, paused for a cup of coffee while my equipment heated up, like this morning, just another day living the dream. Only yesterday, shut me down. I almost crawled to my car, picked up my fur baby and went home. I laid on the couch and was out until 5pm. I took a couple of aleeve, and laid down again. By 7:30, I had moved to the bed. I don’t remember hearing Troy come home. I slept hard and had strange dreams all night. Up at 3:30 am, just before my alarm, my body still sore but not hurting, I jumped, well, meandered to the shower and let the hot water revive my muscles.
I am at work early again. Breakfast calls. And I do enjoy cooking. A change of pace from my every day tasks, those of which I am behind. Yikes. My inner 25 year old may have to whisper a little softer to me today and not get me doing things this 56 year old body will regret at 2pm today.
One thing that wont hurt, is another cup of coffee, and I will Love big,
Lorene
