Woke up to glaring sunshine and blinding, snow-cover ground. Stumbled to the shower, eyes squinting against the light of day, before trecking in the relatively warm weather over to CoMo, for three and a half hours of MT. Then, determined to get back into shape, I went to the Rock where I rode a stationary bike for a solid 50 minutes, not letting myself stop until sweat had started to pool under me. Then I stumbled down to the pool and swam laps for half an hour, when I was kicked out so little kids could do swim lessons.
The walk back to North felt longer than ever, no one answering their phone, tempeture 3 degrees out before wind chill.
And me, still damp, in a sweatshirt, hat, and gloves.
Consitancy in weather would be a blessing...
And now, I sit in an empty room with faint songs playing over the stereo, everyone else gone somewhere as I try to force myself to do some of the mountains of work I have due.
And now tears silently pool in my eyes, in an empty room that isn't mine, as the cold wind stings to the bone and reminds me that right now, I'm truely alone.
Maybe Freud was right about human motivation...
And sleep never comes for the weary.