Brrrr....

Autumn has arrived for real now. I've even had to find a sweater today, it's so cold. The heating has been turned back on and I'm watching the leaves blow off the trees in the high wind that's swirling around outside. I desperately want to go for a walk, but I equally desperately don't want to get wet and cold. No matter how many waterproof clothes I wear, I always seem to get drenched in the rain.

Thinking about my exercise habits, I'm fascinated to find that I now want to stretch and bend and generally move about in a purposeful manner. I wonder how long my decline had been going on before my operation. Some years I suspect. It's certainly taken a couple of years to get to the point at which I feel the need to get up and move. It seems that cancer creeps up on you, gradually taking away the things you enjoy doing, but so gradually that you don't notice it's happening.

Now, if only it would stop raining, I might be able to take advantage of my newly (re)found urge to get fit...