I don’t know if it’s come through in my writing, but I haven’t been feeling super for a few weeks. It’s been a combination of fatigue from all the trips in May and June, and getting a nice summer cold while working in the hospital.
I have just been feeling drained. The thought of exercising made me tired. Organizing or clearing clutter was too hard. Going to work and paying the bills were about all I could handle.
Then along came a de facto 5-day weekend (holiday hours combined with home coverage).
At the end of the break, I felt at first as though I had gotten very little done. None of my gargantuan tasks could be crossed off: that bookshelf hasn’t been cleared, the garden still needs to be weeded and mulched, my desk is still covered with unread journals, I am still scrambling to finish a blog post the night before publication.
But I turned my to-do list around, and thought about what I had already done: slept in, done laundry, bought plants for the garden, entertained friends and my in-laws (3 dinners with guests!), gone to a birthday party, called all my immediate family members, read half a fun book (new to me), cruised the Internet for too long, watched the Women’s World Cup finals, made good progress on a photo album (for 2016; but still, progress).
At the end of the day, my husband and I went for a walk, our first in a week. We felt so much better than on our last walk, and finished the walk feeling refreshed rather than worn out. Now I’m lying on the sofa, finishing up tomorrow’s post and writing this one for later.
All in all, nothing much was finished, but much was accomplished. I finally feel much more myself. Just what the doctor ordered.