Robb has been pursuing his hugely busy schedule of therapy. He's cycled twelve miles, had another session of aquatic therapy, and has been working out at the gym.
I, on the other hand, have been flat in bed, with some miserable cold. In a weird way, I'm glad that I'm sick, because the days leading up to getting sick were really hard for me, emotionally. I was upset, and feeling trapped and overwhelmed. Thankfully, all of this was just the lead-up to this nasty cold.
I'm hoping that once I'm feeling better again, I'll regain my sense of equilibrium, and be ready for anything the world chooses to throw at me. Just don't throw, too hard, okay world?
For those of you not in the habit of reading this blog with a Peterson's Field Guide at your elbow, the birds pictured above are a Red-Winged Blackbird, a totally undignified, itchy Oystercatcher, and a Whimbrel.
The birds pictured last time were a Steller's Jay (the punk of the corvid family -- and that's saying something, corvids are feisty bunch), and a Red-Tailed Hawk.