I had a productive day. I didn't feel sick for the first time in about six weeks.

I went to Costco. I wrote 2.5 pages (yay, that's more than today's goal) and then I made a lovely dinner of fishsticks and french fries. Then I had to take my mother in law some items at her assisted living. Well, while we were there, my kids went out to watch the ducks in the pond.

My toddler threw her shoe into the pond. This is her precious Sponge Bob croc. She must have it back. She tries to get it back herself.

So what does Mom do? Take a swim in the slimy and freezing cold duck pond. Because it was so slimy, I slid on the concrete floor of the pond and went in up to my neck. I was so cold I could barely breathe.

I tossed the shoe out, floundered my way out, dripping wet in a pair of beige pants and a white T-shirt to find an audience watching me. Funny. There were only a couple of old ladies hanging over the bridge when I waded in. My older daughter stared at me. "Mom, aren't you wearing any underwear?" OK, yeah, but under my white tee I was wearing a beige bra. Sigh.

As soon as I made it up the incline to the bank, Dizzy (toddler) threw the shoe back in.

I was so cold. So cold. And in shock. That is as close to hypothermia as I ever want to get.

Kinda knocked the creative wind out of me for the day, but I'm hoping to get a few more pages in after I get her to sleep. She's running around full speed.

Next time I go to the MIL's, I will wear my bathing suit.

Actually, I decided Dizzy doesn't get to visit the ducks for a while. She'll have to watch them from Grandma's balcony.

We made it home with both shoes. After Sponge Bob took a second dip in the pond, I got smarter. I stood at the edge of the pond in a mostly un-slimey spot and watched the pattern the shoe took as it spun around the edge of the pond. After about three passes, I reached in and snagged it. If I'd done that the first time instead of wading in, I wouldn't have gotten all wet.

I took a hot shower with a pint of antibacterial soap when I got home.