||[Feb. 3rd, 2003|10:55 pm]
I was, perhaps, too ambitious when I took no Motrin this morning. Doing fine until afternoon, then started really hurting and haven't been able to get on top of it.
Small branches protected by the covering of the walkway over the stairs to the parking garage have burst into leaves, and the air felt soft today. Tomorrow is more snow, but winter is losing the battle now. Spring is on the way, and as the seasons change, the days wax longer and I will regain strength in my arm.
I concentrate on that when everything else threatens to overwhelm me.