Let's see, I spent Saturday morning cleaning at the rescue because they were short-handed, and I've gotta tell you, that is a WORKOUT. Oh man, I used muscles I haven't used in quite a while, evidently, because they are complaining today. (Some of the containments are at eye level, and some are at ground level, and they've all got to be thoroughly cleaned. It's a lot of bending and reaching, is what I'm saying.) And I've committed to cleaning every Saturday for the next few months, because I am insane.
Saturday afternoon it was seventy degrees out! Ponyboy helped me with some raking. "Finally! I've found the perfect camouflage!," he said.
Yesterday, it was THIRTY degrees out, and snowing and blowing. I went out for lunch with a friend and got some errands run, but man, it was NOT NICE out.
And this morning I awoke to this: