Today I'll be doing something I haven't done in a year, which is to go hiking. tillyjane, the_child, calendula_witch and I are hitting the Leif Erickson trail in NW Portland this morning. I have very modest expectations of myself, but I'm damned glad to at least be making the effort.
In other news, things I may have failed to mention about last week include breaking my glasses (and a subsequent rather tedious trip to Costco Optical for repairs), the "air bag" idiot light in the Genre car coming on and staying on, and my knees really being troubled by several days of walking. That last is the most concerning, and I'm virtually certain it's from me having an improper gait due to the numbness in my feet induced by peripheral neuropathy. So I'll be monitoring myself carefully on today's hike. Sometimes I feel like my life is a country and western song — if I had a dog, it would have died, and if I had a pickup, it would be upside down in a ditch by now.
Of course, I have overslept horribly again. Nine hours last night. But that is probably due to spending several late afternoon hours driving around with the_child in yesterday's 100 degree heat, looking for things to photograph and just yakking. I am still frustrated by the amount of sleep my body needs, even now almost two months post-chemo. With what's coming up in the near future, I'll be almost another year before I have a hope of getting back to my normal sleep schedule.
Which in turn leads me to mentioning the thought I'm still wrestling into shape for a blog post of its own. With respect to my ongoing and apparently endless course of cancer, I have refused to accept the limits it places on me, but I am functioning within the limitations. I know what I mean when I say that, but it sounds almost nonsensical. Working on explaining it...
Anyway, today is about hiking, and re-reading Endurance. While I'm out in the real and imaginary worlds, y'all play nice.