A ridiculous day!
The animals thought it was the onset of spring. Chicks hiked to the garage, the cats perched on tree stumps.
Breakfast started off well enough...
... but in the middle of it, I got a text that my groceries had been delivered. Groceries included ice cream for the kids, so I needed to get up and refrigerate the darn yogurt pops. I checked the back door (where the bags should be delivered). Not there. I checked the front door (where they are sometimes mistakenly delivered). Not there. I checked the porch (where they are delivered when it rains; it's not raining, but still...). Not there.
Finally, I clicked on the photo they take of the bags once delivered. Seriously? They're by my mom's mailbox at her Assisted Living residence.
Well, at least I got to say a quick hello before I scooted off to bring the bags with ice cream pops home.
And then I chased a vision. For the rest of the day. A vision of what I would do in March, given that March is never a great month here in south central Wisconsin, at the same time that this year, March may offer us at least a partial reprieve from Covid prison. So I made plans. Big and little, all day long. And it wasn't until the sun was getting low and the air was getting nippy once again that Ed and I looked at each other and said -- shall we? And off we went to move our legs some, because really, it's the only way to stay strong: get off that couch!
I'm still bracing the knee, but I swear it feels better rather than worse. At least that's the way the mind works when you look outside and you think -- my, next month we're getting sprung! And it will be spring! Amazing!
