The Good Week

I like to think of this week as the good week in the cycle. I feel good, my energy levels approach normal (although I do everything in fits and spurts because I do tire quickly), and I begin to dread the next week when it all goes out the window again. I feel robbed on days like today when it is cool and gray outside, because I want the sunshine to be there while I have the wherewithall to enjoy it -- like it was on Monday.

Rob took a few hours off on Monday and we (just the two of us) went for a drive. We walked along one of our favorite trails, no dogs pulling us, and enjoyed it. We saw large fish jumping (Rob was sorry he had left his fly rod in the truck), a snake, a partridge and a porcupine. Truth be told, when walking the dogs, you rarely see anything but their tails wagging. Then we stopped at some likely looking water while Rob fished and a I read. The sun was shining, the bugs weren't yet out. It was a beautiful day.

Yesterday I took Cole for a walk around the neighborhood. Normally I restrict us to just our street, but yesterday we did the whole loop. It's not a long walk by any stretch, maybe a couple of kilometers. When I'm fit it takes about 30 minutes to walk it, yesterday it was more like 40.

I received a card in the mail this week from Rob's Aunt Althea. It is lovely to hear from these women I've only met in passing over the years at birthdays or funerals. As each card comes in Rob tells me a story from his childhood about the sender and their visits.

This week my boss is in town and I'm joining the team for supper. It's nice to be kept in the loop even though I'm off work, and will continue to be for months yet. I'm sure at some places as soon as someone walks out the door they are rarely thought of until they walk back in. To say we've been impressed with my colleagues over these past few weeks would be an understatement.