more and more cold and snow...

 There is a small city north of us, right on the bottom corner of Lake Ontario, and this small city got an additional 1-2 feet of snow last night.  You would never believe they were shoveled out yesterday, by the looks of things today.  New York state has declared the city a state of emergency, the kids have missed four days of school this week.  We have only had four inches or so last night and today, but it is cold.  brrr.

This fine morning, I made myself go downstairs and go on the stair stepper.  I went on the exercise bike, and did some other random mundane exercises.  My goal:  to build endurance, and of course to walk again like a normal person.  This can only be accomplished by just doing it, Nike had it right with that slogan.  If I waited around until I felt like it, um, well.  Having the goal of going to Norway is fire for me, fire lit right under my lazy bum.  

I managed to vacuum today, although shh, I did it in two shifts.  Endurance doesn't happen instantaneously.  Nothing does, with me.  I still didn't put the vacuum away...oops.  

This has been a tired day.  Getting up in the night to use the bathroom, then getting back in bed, getting comfy, and waiting for sleep to return...thinking about Cheryl, praying for her, doing some crying, which I somehow do in the middle of the night...then I finally chilled out and felt sleep sneaking up on me, and Sunny started whining.  She wouldn't stop, it was clear she wanted to go outside, so I pulled back the warm covers, and into the cold air, down the hallway, to let her out.  ugh.  I had been awake for almost two hours by this time, so when I finally settled in and went back to sleep, I decided that I was going to sleep in.  Paul got up early and started work, I went back to sleep until 8:30...:)

oh, the trials, ha.  (all those years of getting up with babies, I do feel for the young mamas...)

Anyway.  Camille is going to make chicken curry for dinner, and jasmine rice.  

Orange Guy being insolent and disrespectful to his mother...

It's snowing again.  I will be glad to see spring this year.  I'm thinking of that feeling of sun on my skin.  But every thought I think, I think about my sister.  Our main phone calls in the last several years were when one of us called the other and asked, "Are you sitting in the sun?"  God numbers our days, and has count of the very hairs of our heads, but we love so fiercely and so deeply, we connect with each other and enjoy our times and conversations and outings and adventures, it's no wonder our hearts are just broken when those things come to an end.  I honestly feel as I cannot live without her.  I simply cannot fathom it.  I know it's not all about me, but this is how I feel.  She has started some meds that have helped her relax more, which is a blessing.  I am hoping to get there again tomorrow to see her.  

Thank you for kind thoughts and prayers for Cheryl.  Have a really good evening.