I’ve sat, and I can’t get up…
2008 April 20
Yesterday I revived my front lawn… the poor grass that was smothered and squished by piles of ice for months on end, is now leafless and once again able to stretch it’s green arms to the heavenly sun… I have a painful and juicy blister on my right hand to prove it.
I also did all my laundry, including my sheets, and I vacuumed and cleaned my bathroom…
Today I spent a couple hours wandering around the horse fair, then I came home and ran 6.63 miles of up and down torture, and then I cleaned 6 horse stalls and fed 16 horses. I am just now back home, and I’m deeply afraid I may not be able to get up from my computer chair…
My bed is going to feel heavenly tonight… (if I make it there, that is…)
I can’t move from my run yesterday, either. This is all your fault.
this post struck such a chord with me ~ it’s everything I want to write every Monday night, but am too afraid to admit to anyone ~ your writing is beautiful, powerful ~ thank you for your blog ~
oops ~ the comment posted on the wrong entry!