I went to Nautilus today to try and get back into some semblance of a shape after weeks and weeks of inactivity. My fingers are super fit from knitting, but those are practically the only muscles in my body I've been using since the summer! It felt great to use other parts of the physique again — I even did 20 minutes on the tread-climber, an exercise in mind-numbing boredom unalleviated by music. Must bring the iPod next time. I'm determined to get my inner and outer strong lady back so I can not only lug the required 100 pounds of Ice Melter up and down our hill again this winter, but survive the mental stress of bad weather. After working out I felt super perky and even ate salad with sardines for lunch, but crashed shortly thereafter from the trauma of all those good intentions followed through on. Naps. I love naps, and am very skilled at taking them. So here we have the image of a crazy quilt from the Alton Museum of History and Art, to symbolize napping.
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Naps are wonderful aren't they? Especially after exertion! Even if that exertion is, yawn, sitting here, yawn, reading through, yawn, wonderful blogs about ... yawn ...
ZZzzzzzzzzzz
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OOOh, I was hoping that crazy quilt was one you'd found and bought on your travels through junk shops - wouldn't that be the find of a lifetime! Then I read down and saw it was in a museum - darn it!
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