I’ve been doing a fair bit of hard work this summer. Cutting down trees, hauling them around, sealing barn roofs, organizing the shop. It’s challenging on the body in a way that hauling stones is not, that at is rather quick.

All of the difficult work required by the maintenance of a home has struck my body like a hank of sandpaper, I feel abraided.

On top of that I think the heat is slowing the healing, increasing inflammation and turning my nights into long affairs where I can feel every nook and cranny of my hip bones.

I don’t think it’s an illness, at least I hope iti sn’t. I think it’s just a new sort of sore that comes on this side of thirty when you don’t stretch properly or do yoga, which I really ought to have been doing, and I really ought to begin doing.

Roby doesn’t make it easy but I don’t blame her.

I’ll sneak in a downward dog during the naps.