On the way back to the hotel, I was carrying a gallon of milk when I tripped on an uneven patch of sidewalk and started stumbling forward. I stumbled several steps and made the snap decision to drop the gallon of milk that I felt was keeping me from regaining my footing. The milk went flying and I managed to right myself without performing a face-plant on the sidewalk. Fortunately, the milk landed on the grassy verge and didn't burst open. No harm done other than my knee twinges slightly. Lisa washed the gallon off and put it away when we got back to the room.
Yesterday, Saturday, March 6, was something of a welcome milestone. It was the first day since January 2 that I did not log at least one hour on the Day Jobbe. Today could be considered partially working since I'm traveling on my own time (as are many of my co-workers from other parts of the country) to Portland for the training classes we'll be taking this coming week.
In a few minutes, we're going to head down to the hot tub, where we hope to soak away some of the aches we have from the previous two days' relatively intense yard work. We're not in our twenties anymore, and my normal work is so sedentary that while the spirit is willing, the flesh and muscle can be regrettably weak. I'm sure that if I did this sort of thing more often rather that sitting behind a computer most of the time, it wouldn't be quite so wearing when I did get out and active. Not that one weekend pays for months of overeating and insufficient exercise, of course.
Update, 20:00: The hot tub jets are broken, doggone it. It's plenty hot, and that helps somewhat. We'll complain to the management tomorrow.