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[livejournal.com profile] fosveny has been away since Sunday, and I'm dealing much better with it than usual -- I've been sleeping fine, eating fine, proceeding like usual through the daym even getting a fair amount written.

I'm honestly not sure how I feel about that.

I did have some weird/lonely moments Tuesday night, but they went away fairly quickly after I took a walk. I keep forgetting how much I enjoy walking after dark. I only went up to the store and back, but it really cheered me up. Also, made my legs hurt A Lot.

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Wednesday, though, I realised I was gonna have to get out of the house for a while. I got moving much later than I'd wanted to, but by eleven I was in the car and heading north. I stopped at the Snake and Animal Farm on the way up, because I've been wanting to go for years. Kind of a small family-owned zoo and pretty much everything there could want more room, but I got to pet a deer, and how often do you get to do that? Also, they have a wolf and a bear who were raised together and are apparently best friends. I'll grant that wolf language and dog language aren't the same and it's the latter I know, but from everything I saw that wolf wanted me to scratch his ears in the worst way.

Further north, and I decided to go to Bushkill Falls, another place I've never been. They have a nice little orienteering program which I declined to participate in, but might try some other time -- for this visit, I stuck to the trails. What with the legs hurting A Lot I figured that would be wise.

Which is, of course, why I opted for the Two Mile Long For Serious Hikers Only Lots Of Rocks Trail -- Takes 2-2 1/2 Hours.

In which I discovered that while I am The Hell Out Of Shape, I am less The Hell Out Of Shape than I'd thought I was. Yeah, I had to stop plenty of times to breathe, but I was going up stairs about a foot high and a foot and a half deep. When I got to the end, an hour and a half later, I hurt less than I had the night before after walking to the store and back. Clearly I have to keep up with the walking.

I took a bunch of pictures which I will post at the usual Some Point. Also, I left my camera behind -- fortunately after having gotten to the top of the long staircase, or I'd've been very upset. A kind honest gentleman returned it to me and I carried on, only having had to double back on about a half mile of flat trail.

I was pretty tired at the end of it and also fairly thirsty. By the time I stopped for a bottle of water I was sure my legs would have stiffed up, but they hadn't. Score for getting back into shape some.

Home about five, and I took a bit of a nap, because I'd bought a ticket to see Serenity at nine-thirty and I wasn't sure I could make it through otherwise. I'll talk more about Serenity later, in a spoiler-protected post, but...wow. Man. And, wow.

Took me quite a while to get to sleep after that one.

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Which resulted in me getting moving a lot later than I wanted to, yesterday. I wanted to be on the road at ten but managed eleven-thirty. It was a mostly pleasant and quiet ride -- I ran into little traffic and had no trouble following the directions. About half of it was non-highway, but I wasn't in any hurry and it didn't bother me a bit. I could have wished for more familiar musinc in the van; I'm not sure where my old favorite tapes went. But riding in silence didn't bug me nearly as much as usual, and I turned the radio off deliberately for the ride over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. No pictures of that, more's the pity; it was almost dark when I went over. But I was bad, and stopped briefly at one of the Emergency Only stops for a decidedly non-emergency five minutes looking out over the bay.

After a brief call to [livejournal.com profile] fosveny to determine which hotel he was in (I had directions, but had managed to forget that part) I got there just fine. It's good to be with him again. We had dinner at a steakhouse, after which I passed the hell out and slept for roughly thirteen hours.

Edit: Woke up last night from a dream, and stumbled into the bathroom with the hotel-supplied little notepad and pen to srite it down. DOn't know if it'll turn into a story, but it's got the potential.
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