Status

Monday status: still sick, still fighting cold. Symptoms: drippy nose, dry hacking cough, low fever, achy and weak. Argh.

Didn't do much this weekend other than providing moral support while Carole loaded the new china cabinet she bought at, well, the equivalent of an estate sale. We've had all our wedding china in the basement for years and now it's in this big hulking piece of furniture in the dining room. Second-hand, and it has a ding or two, but a few cosmetic touch-ups will make a load of difference.

We did have a training walk at the local mall on Saturday but no one showed up besides us. There're only 20 or so 3-Day walkers in Vermont (going by the 'share list' on the 3-Day website) but there are few who live in our immediate area. Last year we had more local walkers including a little cluster of students from the local Catholic college, but this year it's very spread out. There may be more walkers we don't know about who elected to NOT list themselves on the training walk 'share list' -- for example, the woman two doors down from me at work, who's going through chemo, radiation therapy, and surgery AND walking the 3-Day in Boston on top of it all, didn't even know there was a 'share list' to be listed on; evidently she missed it during the registration process. We keep hoping people looking for training walks will see our March mall walks listed on the 3-Day website's schedule of events and walks, but if you're a first-time walker you might not know where to look. C'est la vie; at least we did get one walker from our neck of the woods to show up for the previous Saturday's walk at the mall. And as the better weather comes we'll post outdoor walks and if no one but us shows up, we'll do 'em on our own. You can only do so much.

Anyway, on Saturday I felt so puny that I dressed for the walk: 3-Day shirt, cap, good walking shoes, etc., and only made about one lap around the mall before I felt so dang rotten that I took a seat in the food court and waved to Carole as she went by. I hate it when I'm sick; I want to be out, active, walking, hiking, bicycling, you name it -- but if there's no gas in the tank, what can you do?

Status

Monday status: still sick, still fighting cold. Symptoms: drippy nose, dry hacking cough, low fever, achy and weak. Argh.

Didn't do much this weekend other than providing moral support while Carole loaded the new china cabinet she bought at, well, the equivalent of an estate sale. We've had all our wedding china in the basement for years and now it's in this big hulking piece of furniture in the dining room. Second-hand, and it has a ding or two, but a few cosmetic touch-ups will make a load of difference.

We did have a training walk at the local mall on Saturday but no one showed up besides us. There're only 20 or so 3-Day walkers in Vermont (going by the 'share list' on the 3-Day website) but there are few who live in our immediate area. Last year we had more local walkers including a little cluster of students from the local Catholic college, but this year it's very spread out. There may be more walkers we don't know about who elected to NOT list themselves on the training walk 'share list' -- for example, the woman two doors down from me at work, who's going through chemo, radiation therapy, and surgery AND walking the 3-Day in Boston on top of it all, didn't even know there was a 'share list' to be listed on; evidently she missed it during the registration process. We keep hoping people looking for training walks will see our March mall walks listed on the 3-Day website's schedule of events and walks, but if you're a first-time walker you might not know where to look. C'est la vie; at least we did get one walker from our neck of the woods to show up for the previous Saturday's walk at the mall. And as the better weather comes we'll post outdoor walks and if no one but us shows up, we'll do 'em on our own. You can only do so much.

Anyway, on Saturday I felt so puny that I dressed for the walk: 3-Day shirt, cap, good walking shoes, etc., and only made about one lap around the mall before I felt so dang rotten that I took a seat in the food court and waved to Carole as she went by. I hate it when I'm sick; I want to be out, active, walking, hiking, bicycling, you name it -- but if there's no gas in the tank, what can you do?