Long Weekend

That didn't really feel like a long weekend.  Once your life is no longer dominated by a career/employer outside the home, the work holidays kinda become invisible.  And last week has kind of vanished into the ether.  

I know we were busy enough.  But can't remember doing what.  Friday on our way to the temple, I was fiddling with my earrings.  I often wear my diamond studs just because they have a screw back and feel more secure (especially over the last several years when mask wearing complicated our lives).  But there I was, riding in the car with an earring that had no back on it.  My heart about stopped.  I've loved that luxury over the years.  One of the drawbacks to wearing them is that I wonder if people think we're wealthy with money to spare for frivolous things like diamonds.  Though, to be fair, mine aren't huge or in your face.  

Arrived home later and walked straight into the bathroom, and there on the throw rug in front of my sink was my earring back.  Whew! If I'd lost one of my earrings, that would have been it, even though they aren't large, we don't have funds for replacing one. 

Saturday morning at the Bishop's Storehouse it was just strange.  We were short a couple people (they were in Idaho babysitting the grands) but even if they'd been there it would have still been hard.  We were so busy that we even had empty shelves, had no time between orders to stock them.  By the time we escaped, we were both exhausted.  

Yesterday's steps.

Yesterday morning we decided to take a long walk. The Husband always likes to do something different.  I like my usual routine - I guess I'm more in my head than he is and he wants to see different things. Anyway, we headed off figuring that trail would be less busy because of the work holiday. And it was, mostly.  By the time we returned to the car, we'd been gone for two hours.  And my whole body ached.  Not sure why - I walk all the time.  Ibuprofen was was on the menu for breakfast. And the side benefit was that I slept really well last night.

Today's my last physical therapy appointment.  Jon said it might be, but even if he changes his mind, I'm done.  He was confident that within a month I'd be pain free.  Quite the understatement.  It's been almost a month and I'm nowhere pain free.  The pain is less.  But not hugely so.  Still can't sleep on that side.  My range of motion is markedly better, but it still hurts too much to actively use that range of motion.  I'll continue the exercises, because they do help (though how roughly 5 minutes of exercises a day can make that much difference is beyond my understanding).  But I'm done paying $20 / visit that really is only about 20-30 minutes. I can probably find some more exercises with the help of Professor Google. 

I'm ready to go back to yoga.  I dislike the time of the classes and the time it takes from my day.  But my arthritic knees aren't very happy.  I can't figure out what it is about the yoga that helps, but it definitely does and for more than my knees.  But since I can't yet put any weight on that arm, it'll still be awhile.  Sigh...

Today I'm grateful for warm sweaters and socks.  For a weekend free from noise and confusion.  Long weekends often mean that lots of people around us go out of town, leaving us some peace. So grateful for prayer.