Thanks to Daylight Savings Time ending, it was light enough, early enough, so that I could “run” this morning before work.
I also did yoga, then helped put up the big holiday decorations in our city park* for a few hours.
I’m just sitting here, in a weird comfy stupor, so happy to be this kind of tired. This physical drain from all the movement and work and play I was able to do today.
My body isn’t always able to do everything I want it to do, or even need it to do. But today it did.
*Is this who I am now? Someone who volunteers to put up decorations because by George this is my town and I want to show my appreciation? It doesn’t sound like me. Yet here I am.