First double-digit day: Next will be 20, then 30, then surgery.
Today may well have been regarded as a semi-Silent Sunday (albeit on a Friday).
Frigid teen temps outside, plus gray skies and blowing snow do not an enticing outside day make: So, I decided to stay in and do as little as possible. I have come to view this kind of day as a “conservation day.” To conserve strength amidst pain, and to conserve movement amidst the need to get things done has become an order of compassion to myself. As strange as it feels, it also comes as a welcome respite.
So, after requisite morning phone calls and a bit of creative physical therapy, I entered a day of silence and do-as-little-as-possible. Showered and cozied into winter PJs: retreat.