ow.

My ankles have been hurting for a couple of weeks now, and it's gotten to the point where I'm avoiding going up and down stairs. I've been trying to figure out exactly what's wrong--the left hurts more than the right, which is usual as I sprained the left ankle badly a couple of years ago.

Oddly enough, it looks like I have a variation on shin splints. Instead of the pain being on the shin itself, it's near the inside ankle bone on both ankles. It's from doing the running in place at Curves. Which means I need to switch to doing a non-impact motion on the running pads (easy enough), and ice my ankles every evening for 20 minutes. And stretch, but I am a stretching fiend anyway because of my foot issues. It would probably be best for me to stop doing any exercise at all for three weeks, but that is not Going To Happen.

I like exercising. I wish it didn't always *hurt*.

*stretches*

After an unpromising start to the evening (the 25 got stuck in traffic and took half an hour to go four blocks....I HATE the construction that chokes off 45th at University) I managed to get into Curves and work out, and came homeand made breakfast for dinner. Eggs and whole-wheat toast....mmm, I love Great Harvest. They do me right.

Anyway, I did dishes, picked up a little bit downstairs, and then came up and picked up the office a little bit. This is about as good as it's going to get before kj gets here, I think. I should toss the couple of empty plastic boxed on the couch into the closet, but otherwise this is it.

And speak of the devil! i just got this:

Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2003 23:19:25 -0500 (EST)
To: idat@annelon.net
Subject: Greetings from Whitefish MT! See ...

Greetings from Whitefish MT! See you tommorrow. -Mockba

So he is alive and on the train. cool!

Exhaustion has just set in. I'm going to go brush my teeth and call it a night.

this time of day...

I have written a postcard.

Run the cats.

Brushed, flossed, and otherwise performed dental hygiene.

Changed into my nightshirt.

Lit the lamp in the bedroom.

My house is clean(ish), the fridge is full, the dishes are clean, and I have a lunch packed for tomorrow. My ankles don't hurt much tonight.

I am done.

I love this time of day, when i'm done with everything I need to do and the house is quiet and calm. I could have made another set of covers tonight, but chose not to.

Now that my work stress has listed somewhat, I find that underneath all of it I am happy. A quiet winter sort of happy, but happy indeed.


(and this is deeply amusing. Hee.)