Went x-c skiing today and had a spectacular wipeout in the soft snow on the really steep olympic track in Canmore. Landed really hard on my surgically reconstructed knee and even though I'm walking and bending it and didn't hear any nasty popping sounds or anything like that, this is way too painful to be just a bruise.
F*******ck! Praying to the gods of badly-designed joints that I didn't just do anything serious. Argh.
Just what I (hahahaha! Sorry, can't help myself!) (k)needed?
Otherwise, life is okay. I am not working a whole lot, but have officially launched my little business and am busy working on web page, blog, etc.
Also, am kind of sort of writing a science fiction novel - which is apparently how I process grief.
My brother dies and I gave it about four weeks before I dove into a huge, creative undertaking, it would seem. I have no idea if any of it is going to be readable, but at the moment, it's a welcome escape from feeling really bloody sad. It's not at all about him, but I had this crazy surge of creative energy that just sort of took hold of this idea I had been kicking around for ages and 200+ pages later, I'm still working on it.
In other news, Simon got into this great science alternative program in our school system, so I'm really stoked for his upcoming K year and beyond (the school is K-9). I have a beautiful new little niece as of January, and life is generally pretty good.
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to all!