I worked on the computer for 12 hours yesterday. Most of that was on the design and production of a book for a friend and client. (It’s a great book and I’ll tell all about it once it’s released.) I wanted to get the first draft done quickly so that I could get back to artwork and preparations for BATS. But I woke up this morning feeling like the proverbial Death Warmed Over. I don’t really recommend twelve hours in one day at the computer, even when it’s broken up with stretches and walks and meals.
So I made a mad rush for the out-of-doors this morning and headed up the hill. My physical therapist told me to avoid walking uphill, so I haven’t since last spring. But hey, I’m out of greens, and that’s where they are — at the farm up the hill. So off I went. (BTW my knee is much better; I’m able to walk my usual 2-plus miles a day again. I’m so relieved! I think the glucosamine and the physical therapy are really helping. I haven’t been gluten-free long enough to notice if it’s making a difference, though.)
So I huffed and puffed a bit, hiking up that hill. But I stopped when I needed to. It’s drydock and there’s no cars on the road. Well, one. I did see a truck. Other than that the only traffic jam I encountered was three chickens and a dog.
And I was rewarded by this:
The knee was a bit sore coming back down the hill, but hey. The view and the sweet smell of autumn rain are worth it all.