Have successfully made it outside for the third day in a row. It is turning out that mornings are really rough for me, painful and slow and not at all motivated. Food is difficult, sleep is uncomfortable, but the most wonderful thing is this: my primary frustration is that I am limited from doing all that I want to do. Grrrr.
Luckily I have Sarah here with me. We have giggled over wedding plans and dumb people in the park and that's good. Betsey is pouting, and the park is full of people and dogs, so all is as it should be.
Now I have to try to eat some more. . .