I’ve been sleeping well most of last weekend and this week. Finally. Phew. I went to my D.O. yesterday and I can’t even tell you the number of cracks and snaps she got out of me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My massage therapist is still working away at loosening up all of the crunchy crap in my midback. But rib #11 is still twisted out of joint on the left side, and that makes for irritation.
In the weather news, we had a delightful Indian summer day yesterday–it was in the 60’s– and then this morning I woke up to quiet, heavy snow coming down. Yummmmmmmmmm. It was still warm enough and still enough that I didn’t need a jacket to go outside and walk the dog. (But I put on my glamorous faux fur to go to work, because–really–any excuse to wear that item is a good one.) The ground is still warm, so the snow is turning to slush as soon as it hits. So, driving through Boulder is pretty much like driving through a bowl of soup. God, I love the variety of weather here. Except that the snow plow thoroughly BEANED Bubbles on the way to work today–I mean, I might as well have been in a car wash for the lack of visibility and all of the noise and rocking it caused. She was covered from head to toe, front to back. And I had even crept her way over the edge of the road and stopped and cowered in the gutter in order to avoid it.