A quiet day at home.

Lots of disturbances during the night, the monsters waking me time and again until it is time for me to rise. Having read somewhere that stretching out while waking is good for the body, I have been trying to do so for that past few weeks even though natural inclinations would have me move as carefully as I possibly can, instead.

For the first time, going through the stretch and yawn, I actually feel the usual night tensions soothe almost instantly, allowing some comfort as I get out of bed, toss Trin Trin in the back yard, and then head for the front door to let the rest out into the garden.

I don’t feel like working out at all today, and assure my protesting body that I don’t have to unless I feel like it. Getting dressed, I finish up the morning rituals and start on my way to the house in the bright sunlight that is once again penetrating the winter chill bravely.

Entering the house, the first thing I do is grabbing my workout clothes, and changed into them before I can form a single objection in my head. What follows is a rigorous session that is made comfortable by two blazing heaters, until finally the hour comes to an end and I can head to the showers.

I’m pretty tired from the workout, but continue to push through the weariness because I know that if I don’t I’m not going to be able to drag my butt up again for quite a while yet.
Yesterday’s laundry dried just fine during the night, and it takes me almost an hour to get the dry down and the new batches up.

By the time I’m done folding everything, I’m grouchy and more than happy to huddle in my long vest for several hours at least. Armed with coffee, I settle behind the computer and manage to edit a few pages of one of my full-length novels before focus escapes my grasp and I delve into the forums instead.

The rest of the afternoon is spent chatting and reading two novels I received for reviewing, passing quickly while I occasionally get distracted by big brother talking, and then little sister offering dinner of couscous and veggies.

Around ten in the evening, I decide to quit for a bit, and paint the storage closet, and then return to the computer for an hour’s worth of reading before the evening comes to an end.

Very little happened today, and that’s a good thing, considering I’ll have to get up four hours early tomorrow to take Sita to her vet appointment. I’m not looking forward to it, but the poor girl needs her surgery, that’s a fact.