Things have been thrown a little off
kilter, but everything's back on track now.
Two weeks ago, I did something extremely painful to my back while
reaching down to pick my pyjamas up off the floor. I spent the next two days lying on the floor
where I initially collapsed (nice bonus that it happened in my bedroom). By the end of last week, I was up and walking
gingerly around the house, and even going on short walks out of the house, but
still couldn't sit in a chair for more than ten minutes or so. This past week, I've been making really good
progress, and am basically back to work.
I saw a physical therapist who has given me some new exercises and
stretches, and I even went running yesterday.
And, I've been sitting at my desk working, so that's good too. It's alarming to think my body is falling
apart, but I guess the kinds of exercise and stretching one does just has to
evolve over time, so I'm working on my new regime to take me through to my
fifties.
Adam and Meyer seem to be really happy
at school, which is a huge relief. Today
was "no uniform" day (pay a pound to charity, wear your regular
clothes for a day), so they got to wear their own clothes to school for the
first time, which they seemed happy with, rather than choked with anxiety
about, so that seemed like a good sign.
Adam is going on a day trip to France with his class next Friday. They leave before dawn and return long after
dark. I'm not sure if he's quite as
excited as I am about it, but he's pretty excited. They're going to practice their French at a
winter market buying stuff. I do not
envy the venders, even if the profits are high.
Obviously, the election was
disappointing, and the general confusion about what a Trump presidency could
possibly mean might be even more pronounced since we're not in the US. But, I actually think it would probably be
just as confusing, and maybe even more so, if such a thing is possible.
Ugh. That's the worst. Stop wearing pajamas.
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