Jay and the Child and I went to Muir Woods today.
Before we even got into the Woods, I fell down.
Ouch!
I also skinned up the palm of my right hand, and generally jarred the body, as one does when one falls down in the road. It’s all surprisingly unsore right now, though–in fact, it hasn’t really hurt much at all–so I think I might have gotten off easy. Only the palm bled, briefly; the knee’s bleeding is all just tiny bits underneath unbroken skin. I iced it when we got into the park, and then we walked (easily) for a while, and so it’s not even swollen now.
We’ll see how I feel tomorrow. We have museum walking planned, and I hope to go to yoga in the morning. All subject to cancellation, if need be.
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After our little adventures in and around Muir Woods, we went to Muir Beach, had a lovely lunch at the Pelican Inn, walked on the beach, and then meandered back to the city. Mark F. is in town and came by for an hour or so; it was lovely to see him, even if the Child objects to his presence because he makes her laugh too much. (And even if Jay objects to his presence because he made it necessary for Jay to explain to the Child that “Spotted Dick” does not in fact contain dicks.)
(Okay, I guess you had to be there.)
And now it is raining here, snowing (so we hear) in Portland, and that is all I know about matters of weather.
And more mundanely, the laundry wars continue, and I think a skirmish is afoot, so I must go rescue my precious towels and yoga pants. Be well, everyone!