I'm really not liking life without it. I last swam last Friday. Today is only Tuesday. I miss the swim and the movement but more, even than that, I think, I miss the routine.
I'm still enjoying the snow but I'm ready to admit that I'll be happy to get my old rut back. But, it ain't going to be today and probably not tomorrow.
The house cleaner is supposed to come tomorrow. I sent her a note telling her not to come - that I would pay her but I didn't want her to risk life and limb and the house wasn't that dirty anyway. I haven't heard back but I hope she takes me up on it.
Meanwhile I do have bears to make. But, first, breakfast.