This is what it feels like for us here in Spain. Fortunately this is the last day of almost complete sequestration. My birthday seemed pre-climactic, but then after seventy-two priors, what's the big deal? It's the living in between which counts. Tomorrow the in-between gets better as we will be allowed to exit our homes for other than absolute necessity.
I'm going to fly over the cuckoo's nest.
Tomorrow Isabel and I will go for an hour-long walk, but that will be after I do an hour's worth of cycling. I wonder how that will feel after about a week of relative inactivity after the "great Everest Climb". If it hurts, it will be a good hurt.
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