Barely.
Everything hurrrrrrrrrrrrts.
This was the best Thanksgiving. The weather was fantastic. I mean, middle of July fantastic, except that the temps got down to zero Celsius at night but the skies were blue and the sun was shiny and the leaves in Algonquin Park were at their most fabulous.
But oh, I am a hurting unit. Three solid days of biking and hiking has jellified these old bones and now I am salivating at the thought of a hot bath and a handful of extra strength Tylenol.
Tomorrow marks the end of my 50th year and I have much to be thankful for as I say good-night to another Thanksgiving Day. A year ago I couldn't have imagined myself biking all over one of the most beautiful places on earth in my baggy-assed sweat-pants, looking for moose and bear, and passing 11-year-olds in a single bound.
I have so much to tell you about but it has to wait, it does. I just wanted to let you know I'm alive and well and looking for the heating pad.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow I eat cake.
You put me to shame with all your activity.... and a birthday you say? Happy Birthday and pass the cake..
ReplyDeleteHave a hunk of cake for me too.
ReplyDeleteI've just started my 50th year...got any pointers?
Well, thank goodness. I was starting to worry. And I've been thinking about you lately, and how lovely all the fall colours arein your part of the world these days.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm just in time to wish you a very Happy Cake Day. Big hugs and smooches.
You're so funny.
ReplyDeleteA holiday weekend and a birthday. No wonder you're sore. But I'm glad we have you all the same, Cathy. Happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteHappy belated birthday, Cathy! I am a bit ahead of you but share the same end of the month for my birthday!
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