I was just about to go run alone when all of a sudden, Rosalea entered stage right.
"Wanna go hiking?" said Rosalea.
"Yep." said Unstrung.
Afternoon was already beginning to yawn and stretch. We had time for a Pisgah trip. We did 2x ascents and I did 5 towers (she did 7 I think, in the same time period.) Dusk.
The sun was setting over the Whites and we had a fabulous color show during the stair climbs and final descent. It was windy up high and calm below; keeping warm was just barely no problem with two cozy fleece layers. Gloves too.
We walked. Unfortunately her Achilles is worse than mine right now with persistent visible swelling. I was so glad for the excellent company. Little sleep lately = the standard zest is sometimes out of reach. Better to just distract, distract. Not push it. Let the energy settle where it is.
It'll be back, soon enough.
Sometimes I think I might also be a bass player. Played four days in a row. Also lopped pine boughs and a million other things at the farm, trying to coax our fenceline back from the morass of flora. The pine smelled like merry something.
Shen appreciates the grapes but thinks I am boring and he is correct. Hang in there, little bug. You'll get your curry soon. Tired hands. Tired. Curl up with a book tired.