Sunday

Friday I tried a step class and because being overly self-deprecating is really no fun for anyone, I won't explain how it went. Except to say I looked mostly like a windmill while the rest of the class looked like a well-oiled machine. AND because the instructor said I should "probably only use one step" I used two because who is she mis-underestimating? Then, anticipating a trip to Miami (for a search) Sunday, Bud and I went out with some friends Friday night. Knowing I could rest-up Saturday. Except I ended up with a consultation early Saturday morning and a nearby search for the rest of the day. We ran up and down a neighborhood for 3 hours and since at that point I'm working mostly off adrenelin I wasn't paying attention to how my calves felt. This morning I almost fell when I got out of bed. But the exciting news is that two of the consultations I did in the past few days have resulted in pet recovery. And Copper confirmed the sightings we've been getting for the dog yesterday. Today we have a fire and Bud is making a pot of beans and I am sitting as much as possible. And then maybe I will lie down in front of the fire.