Didn’t Do It

I never did tell my parents about the book. I meant to, but we got busy and then our brother got here and that was kind of chaotic. And by the end, I didn’t feel like I could dump that on them, too. So, I don’t know.

I walked the dog this morning and I honestly thought I wasn’t going to make it home. Shoot, I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it over to our turn-around point. I don’t remember the last time I have been so very, very sore, and I think it’s just a matter of how I carry stress in my body, things I keep tensed, ways I hold myself. But it made me laugh at myself anyway, to be walking a walk we do at least three times a week, usually five and to not be able to walk it without hearing every muscle complain was just a testament to my weekend.

Next time, I will have to remember to do some stretches during our family together time.

So, blah, I don’t know what I’m going to do about the book or when I’m going to do it. I have time, of course, but I was just hoping to get it out of the way before it seemed like I was avoiding it.

Honestly, I think once they’ve had a few days to work it out, they’ll be fine with it, but it’s hard for me to insist on those few days when the stuff they have to work out about my brother is so enormous and troubling.