I feel spacey.
A little like I’m drugged.
Extrapolating from an earlier step-count, I am guessing that today involved around 70k-80k steps. My legs hurt. My ass hurts. My brain does not care. It was too much fun.
Back to work tomorrow.
I have no idea how I will go.
I’m going to crash into turbulent dreams shortly. I will wake, most definitely sore, possibly incapable of movement. If I make it out of bed, work will be interesting. If I make it to 4pm without crashing I’ll be happy.
I guess I need a day to catch up with 3 weeks of email triage.
I have no idea what awaits.
If I did, I don’t know that it’d make any difference.
I can see my step count steadily sliding down the chart.
Unless I take up pacing up-and-down the hallway for a hobby, I can’t see me getting much walking in when the weather is what it is.
There are exactly two circumstances in which I don’t mind walking in the rain:
- When it is on my way home where a hot shower is waiting
- When someone is specifically in the rain braving it with me
So, unless anyone volunteers?
I’ve found a few rainy songs for the occasion.