I spent over two hours washing dishes and reducing the clutter in my cook shed. I finally reconciled with myself that all those plastic yogurt and cottage cheese containers I had been saving really would not be used for anything, ever. So out they went.
Then I went straight out and shoveled about four inches of fluffy snow off the pond so the kids and I could skate tomorrow or Monday. I was my usual perfectionist self about it, even getting the plastic scoop shovel out so I could clear an extra foot or so off each side of the pond. Every square foot of ice counts. I worked up a sweat, and by the time I put on my skates to try it out, I really didn't feel much like skating.
What was I thinking? Did I really think I could come through a round of pond shoveling unscathed? Face it, I am not in my twenties anymore. Or even...well, you know. I'm already feeling it. And maybe feeling a bit of a cold coming on. I'm hoping it will hold off; I have two blogging friends stopping by for a visit tomorrow, and it should be fun!