Feeling a bit better

I went and re-read my old journals to prove to myself that yeah, writing Swans was really a fitful stop-and-start process, too. (Bit of an eye-opener, really, this trolling through old memories. Gee, I was really a basket case when I was pregnant with Delia. Mercifully, I'd forgotten most of the worst of it. Except the hives. I'd remembered the hives.)

I also went and re-read all the LiveJournal entries I'd printed out since September 4 (when this book project began), and it was really heartening. It helps enormously to look back and show myself that yes, I have come a long way in my planning, even if I haven't written much on paper yet.

Kind messages from friends helped. Also ( Chocolate Microwave Cake. )

Delia is obviously on the mend. Actually, it was probably overly conservative to stay home with her today. She seemed to be fine by noon, as I suspected she would be. I just couldn't muster the gumption to drive her to school and then go into work. So we just had a veg-out day.

I had a vivid demonstration today of the Influence of Parents and Importance of Setting a Good Example. I had tried to do a workout today. Abandoned it halfway through, worried about pain in left knee . . . and it occurred to me that it is really a good sign to find myself frustrated that I can't work out. I have come a long way toward really establishing the regular exercise habit. Anyway, Delia (and Fiona, when she got home from school) dragged out my aerobic step and spent a happy hour bouncing on and off of it. "We're doing ‘robics!" they informed me cheerfully when I peeked into my office to investigate all the thumping sounds.

Cheers,
Peg