A days vacation

My muscles are sore today, which means that I will not be able to move tomorrow. This is because of the day spent skiing yesterday with my father and my boys. They are very adept, and also fearless. I am neither. They took me down runs that I would never have attempted on my own, and we did them all day long.
I only wiped out once, but it was a doozy. I caught an edge, and went tumbling like a rag doll, towards a tree. I closed my eyes and relaxed, because there was really no point in fighting it. When I opened my eyes, I found to my delight that I had missed the tree entirely. How fortuitous! My skis, and poles were hither and thither, but I was none the worse for wear.
My muscles are not sore from the effort of falling, they are sore from the effort of staying vertical. This is no easy task when slippery things are attatched to one's feet, and one is pointed down a mountain.

Anyway, I'm back in action today. Work is beckoning, and so is housework. Though I rather think the housework is calling to the boys, and not to me. Do you think they hear it? Will they answer the call?