Sunday night; I came up with a dumb idea that required rubber cement/spray adhesive. My last canisters of both having sealed themselves in some sort of protest against craft-related productivity, I ended up walking to CVS to buy some more. And I noticed my walking.
I usually don't.
For my dog-walking job, I can spend a good 7 hours a day cycling and walking. Even in the winter the bike is still the best way to go, as the parking rates in my work area would wipe out any profit I make on the walks. The walks themselves are less of "hey, let's get some exercise, maybe un-lax after eating a good sandwich and take time to contemplate shrews" strolls and more of a "okay you have to get this done how is the time doing you will have to shave a few minutes off this appointment and definitely run a few lights to get back on time" speedwalk. And by the end of the day, my legs are almost always aching more than I expect them to.
But this half-mile walk to CVS was light and breezy. No twenty pounds of food and bike-repair tools/supplies hanging on my shoulder. No three extra layers to protect myself from the cold (as the longer I end up lingering in the cold, the more chances it get to seep into the few seams and openings between different pieces). No rush. No deadlines. I felt happy to be on my feet.
And depressed to realize that in 12 hours the exact opposite was going to be happening, and for the next five days.
(...no real point to this writing, I believe. Just told myself this morning to get something down and publish it. C'mon, hit the publish key. Don't be shy...)