Dona - Too bad about the socks, I knit too and it is so frustrating when you are close, but not close enough. - I was sewing sleeves into a snowman sweater on the way to our family Christmas dinner last year.
I know this is crazy, but I march when I cook. I stand there and walk in place. Also, I carry 1 grocery bag at a time from the car.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a terrible head cold. I had to go sleep on the couch to stop the post nasal drip. I will post more about exercise later, if the advil kicks in, and my head clears some. But it's not looking promising today.
I will share a story with you all. My father, who passed 6 year ago, ran marathons - lots of marathons. And I start training for my next full marathon next week. Yesterday, I read an article in this month's Runners World about a Father/Son team that ran last years NYC marathon together. Out of nowhere, I start bawling, I mean hysterical crying. So of course the only reasonable thing to do is go run. Yesterday's near perfect run was dedicated to Butch. The air was cold and crisp, the sun was out and there was not a cloud in the sky. The leaves were changing. I ran the greenway next to the river, and then into the Civil War Battlefield park. I ran, just for the joy of running. When all was said and done, I ran 7 miles in 1:15 which is a great pace for me.