I waited until 3 to get outside and dig out my car. I spent most of the day in bed with books, attempting to read while keeping an eye on Louise. I am now hypersensitive to every move and sound she makes. That crazy spinster image is creeping up on me again.
I did fine with the snow shoveling for the most part (great exercise), until I got to the snow-and-ice mixture, which was far heavier than just the snow by itself. I overdid it, and now my right shoulder is screaming at me. I think I'm going to lie low and work from home tomorrow. It's hard even to type, let alone use a mouse. Plus, I can't find my heating pad. And I'm drowning in icyhot, and Louise won't come near me.
No comments:
Post a Comment