Yesterday was a beautiful day– 50ºF, sunny, totally bizarre weather for January. I was sore but I went out for a quick 3mi anyway because, you gotta. Was even sorer afterwards, to the surprise of no one.
Despite a night of nightmares (still having work dreams, and I had a nightmare about my ear hurting and woke up to find… my ear hurt) I felt a little better today and decided that, since it was still pretty nice, I’d go out in the morning for as long a walk as I felt like. That was 1:15 of walking– much longer than I thought I’d go on sore legs. It was chill, I just put on a podcast.
It is the weirdest thing having all this time. I can do so many things in the day, and I’m running out of things to do. I’ve finished up my craft projects, everything’s clean, I cooked a bunch and started some long-prep food (cured salmon, yogurt, sauerkraut). I went and bought yarn to start a sweater (even swatched it last night, wtf), and I’m making a muslin for pants because I have the time to tweak a perfect fit. I never could’ve handled being a 1950s housewife, I would’ve driven myself crazy trying to find things to do for years on end.
And I miss my coworkers, I miss being around people. Not necessarily talking to them, just having them around. I’m going to SCA practice tonight not to work on anything in particular, but just to socialize.
Running While Fat 
I’m sorry your going through this. My mother was a federal worker for over 40 years and has been furloughed many times during her working years. I know this is stressful. I believe that soon we’ll have a government in place that will fix this mess and get back to truly helping people and not for selfish gain (Daniel 2:44). I pray this shutdown ends soon.
Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the kind words! I hope we get back to work soon.