Deja Vu
I just noticed that the last time I posted, I was in this same place. Dog-sitting, sitting at the kitchen table with two poodles asleep on the floor and at least a foot and a half of snow on the ground outside. I didn't know it had been that long.
This time around, it's germs rather than the snow that's keeping me in, although the former is certainly a challenge. I can't remember the last time I was sick enough to be an impediment to my normal activities. Apparently it's viral. I should have spent the day shoveling, but my arms are each about 5 pounds heavier than they ought to be and I get tired walking up the stairs, so my poor dad had to do the driveway himself. I couldn't even get back into the house at lunchtime, the drifts were too high and heavy to push through. I'll try again at dinner, maybe there will be a path somewhere.
The dogs are probably bored because I couldn't manage a walk, but luckily one of the neighbors' black Labs got loose and came to the yard to play. I, on the other hand, am fine with going nowhere. Sitting here doing nothing and only lifting my arms enough to type suits me just fine. I find it oddly reassuring that my body is so clear about what it needs. Rest. So I'm watching episodes of "Lost", occasionally glancing up at the little birds fly back and forth from feeder to feeder and the rare leaf cartwheel over the snow. Oh, and the poodles who are looking at me to let me know that it's nearly time to eat.
This time around, it's germs rather than the snow that's keeping me in, although the former is certainly a challenge. I can't remember the last time I was sick enough to be an impediment to my normal activities. Apparently it's viral. I should have spent the day shoveling, but my arms are each about 5 pounds heavier than they ought to be and I get tired walking up the stairs, so my poor dad had to do the driveway himself. I couldn't even get back into the house at lunchtime, the drifts were too high and heavy to push through. I'll try again at dinner, maybe there will be a path somewhere.
The dogs are probably bored because I couldn't manage a walk, but luckily one of the neighbors' black Labs got loose and came to the yard to play. I, on the other hand, am fine with going nowhere. Sitting here doing nothing and only lifting my arms enough to type suits me just fine. I find it oddly reassuring that my body is so clear about what it needs. Rest. So I'm watching episodes of "Lost", occasionally glancing up at the little birds fly back and forth from feeder to feeder and the rare leaf cartwheel over the snow. Oh, and the poodles who are looking at me to let me know that it's nearly time to eat.