Ista and I walked to her vet appointment, which went fine -- she didn't even whimper when Dr. Megan poked her with her vaccines -- and now she is splayed out at the top of the stairs. And I -- o wonder of wonders -- am not splayed at all. Even though I walked her earlier this morning, and worked out before that, and heaven knows what I'll find to get up to later, and I don't even expect that I will spend tomorrow paying for today's energy.
This last month has been filled with me marveling at feeling decent, and this is exactly the sort of thing I mean. I know that some of you in your natural state are not up for two walks and a workout in a day, that it is not a reasonable thing to expect of your bodies. I'm not saying this is some kind of human universal. I'm just saying that up until a little over a year ago, I was an extremely high-energy person, and now I am again, and I am so very grateful for it. We had no guarantee that they would figure out what was wrong with me, much less that it could be fixed. Even in June, I spent half the month crashing to the ground every other time I got up. And now I have the urge to do handstands again. I've had the urge to do handstands off and on throughout my adult life, except for the year I was 27. I think I will go braid my hair as soon as I'm done with this scene so I can find a nice place to do handstands and not kill myself getting tangled in it.
It's so nice to be able to write a little in the afternoon because I am not a zombie, and to have the days when it's not going well due to brain malfunction rather than physical collapse. Whee, health! and so on.
(Also, why does Boiled in Lead make my dog bark? No other band makes my dog bark. It's very strange.)