Down By The River. . .

Michael is here! Hooray! He makes me happy, and apparently he's been happy to be here, so it's a win-win!

Yesterday we went down to the river with my youngest brother and my dad. It was great. I wanted to wade all the way across to the other shore, even though the rocks were slippery, some bits were actually surprisingly deep with one heck of a current, and I knew I was gonna be feeling it in the morning. (Spoiler: I did. Ow, ow, ow.)

Michael decided to come with! It was fun! Unfortunately, he had a bit more trouble with crossing from boulder-island to boulder-island, so we got halfway and decided to head back and eat lunch on the rocks we'd left our stuff on. I was totally going to try and convince my brother to come with me all the way to the other side after we ate, but everyone seemed a bit tuckered out, so we came back home instead.

And of course we all got sunburnt, because we forgot to take sunscreen. Speaking of which, I seem to have magically regained the ability to sunburn. Perhaps the sun is mad at me? We've been on such good terms for years. . .

Then I went on to help my mom do yard work in the evening and walked more than ten thousand steps (my goal this week is only five thousand a day), so by the time it was bedtime, I was, understandably, tuckered out.

Anyway, the river was so much fun, and I paid for it today. I miscounted my spoons yesterday (it was such a GREAT day! I felt almost completely well!) and ended up using up all of today's as well.

Waking up with all the muscles in one half of your body stiff and aching from overuse, your head hurting for God knows what reason, your shoulders screaming at you because of the sunburn, your eyes hurting for probably the same reason as your shoulders, your right hand seizing up just because it can, and knowing that you're caught deep in the trenches of fatigue. . . that tends to make any day interesting. It wasn't a bad day, and I'm actually doing better than I expected! See, this isn't a flare-up. It's just consequences of overdoing it. I can handle that. Though the second day after is usually worse. . . eep.

Also, this week will be fun. Read that sarcastically, please, as I have a mini rant about how stiff and sore and generally miserable I am going to be until I can have my showers hot again and soak in a hot epsom salt bath and CURSE YOU SUNBURN!

But, nevertheless, I'm happy. I'm fairly well, had a day that was only a 4 pain-wise, and got plenty of snuggle time with the best boyfriend ever. :)