Woke up at 5:21 p.m. and asked myself who had initiated the impending climbing session. Rolled out of bed, looked for my glasses then ate an almond butter and preserves sandwich then headed out.
I am hoarse and feeling foggy-headed. Thought the hoarseness might be a result of the bike ride through the floating white stuff. I don't have a full-blown cold but...
I managed to work my way up routes but not sure how.
As Patti tied in and I secured my Air Traffic Control device, we heard Frank tell James That's not the hard part; the next part is the hard part. Belayers say the darnedest things.
Came home and drew a bath because I thought salt water would make me feel better. I was surprised to see that Dr. Teal's Epsom salt now has a velcro seal. It's the kind of thing that makes me think only in America... It does seal the heck out of the bag though...
Been thinking about Maya Angelou. I often quote Angelou's When you know better, you do better to the 'Fugee.
That particular quote makes me have more compassion for myself. It's also a challenge to do better by others.
I've always remembered a line from Angelou's poem No Loser, No Weeper. She talks about losing things -- a dime or a doll.
"Now if I felt that way bout a watch and a toy,
What you think I feel about my lover-boy?..."