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I think I wore Freya out today. Rather than just walking to the second bench and back, I took her around Mount Trosa. I kept a close eye on her, making sure she wasn’t struggling. And she seemed fine. Her tail was up and wagging, there was almost a spring in her step. But then, once home, she slept, didn’t eat and was back to being somewhat wobbly.
To be fair, it was my first time round the mountain in ages as well. I can’t remember the last time I did it. I know it was before the big snowfall in January and, prior to that, I was all a bit gouty.
Today, once I’d completed my equivalent to a marathon, my legs were aching. A long sit down was the order and it was fulfilled to satisfactory completion. I know this is the result of not exercising. I have been nursing my pain rather than fighting it. I must do better.
Emma, of course, took the longer walk in her stride. After all, it’s nothing compared to the miles she generally walks with Mirinda. Emma is, as Mirinda said this evening, the healthiest and fittest in the family. Mind you, while she’s all bounce and ready for a bout of chasing at the drop of a tennis ball, her eyesight is deteriorating again. I noticed, today, that she is once more having problems working out how to jump onto the furniture.
Then, this morning, Mirinda woke up with a bad back. While not a new affliction, it’s been a while since she was last struck down. Subsequently, she missed Swedish class again.
So, it seems, the entire household is not fit at present.
While the day was spent being somewhat physically static, we did finally start planning for our trip to France in May. We also discussed Mirinda’s plans for the garden. Late on, before starting dinner, I made a start on writing something for the local paper.
Freya snored on, no doubt dreaming of the tortuous journey I took her on.
It’s safe to say, it was quite the sedate day.
