I've been taking care of the boyfriend all weekend, him sick with pneumonia and unable to sleep for a migraine, me unable to sleep for his constant moaning. We were at the hospital until 2am last night, and, as a result, today is difficult. Caretaking does not come easily to me anyway, and thus I am feeling rather introverted, sad, and utterly spent. Which is .... not new.
But I'm trying to remember some energetic times:
Not long ago, I skied Northstar with my dad.
This is the picture from the cross-mountain crotchbuster that I sent to my brother, who said:
"You look like you're six again / with that shit-eating grin."
The next week I had a wine and cheese picnic in the park:
And this is the view I had while in sirsasana at lunch today:
Happy January!