Monday’s post wasn’t really a post, so I thought I would make up for it with this one.
I went to bed sick last night. I’m still not feeling that great this morning. I had nightmares all night, (I always do when I get sick), and I woke up with a pulled muscle in my right shoulder and a slightly swollen left eye. I am not sure what I did to earn either of those, but I am guessing I wrestled with something in my sleep.
It is cold outside. The local weatherman says it is 25 degrees right now, my computer reports 22. The kids did not want to go to school this morning and I don’t blame them. Still, I did the evil mom thing and made them go anyway.
However, after dropping them off I could not force myself to return home. I do dumb things sometimes, and this may prove to be one of them, but instead of going home I took a walk. I haven’t seen “outside” since last year. It feels like the last sixteen days have been nothing but a repeat of: work, home, school, grocery store.
There is an entrance to The Greenway, a walking trail that goes all over town, just down the road from the school. So despite being sick and injured, I decided to stop and take a stroll. It was great.
I do not like being cold. It is near the top of my list of things I don’t like. That’s what makes my impromptu side trip even more odd.
But as lost feeling in my nose and my toes turned into icicles, I also forgot about the pain in my shoulder. I remembered crunching frozen mud puddles as a kid and I marveled at the steam rising from the small brook that runs near the trail. The grass was frozen white and reminded me of frosted mini wheats.
The warm cup of tea I am currently sipping seems like the best I’ve ever had, even though it’s “the cheep stuff” sweetened with a spoon full of honey. My walk only lasted fifteen or twenty minutes, but it is good to remember what cold feels like every now and again. It makes you enjoy warmth that much more.