I had a "yo-yo day": I got up, started to do stuff, got tired again very quickly, either stopped to rest or pushed on getting slower and slower until I realized I needed to rest, got up again thinking I was feeling better, and repeated that cycle too many times. Frustrating when my body gets this way. And it probably didn't help that I had some "must get these done now, before doing other things" tasks that I didn't feel I could afford to stop doing to rest. (Yes, I know how stupid the last part of that last sentence is when my body is the way it is. Merely knowing that helps some, but is not sufficient to avoid falling into that thought-trap.
I did get out of the house, but not when I had planned to, and I only did half the "absolutely must do" errands I planned to do outside the house today. The frozen pizzas I like were on sale this week for a dollar each, and I picked up a few, but I didn't have enough money left to properly stock up, after the ohmygodsomethingverybadisabouttohappen bills I had to pay this month (not all of which actually got paid). Still, I made it to half the places I needed to go... and that's better than yesterday.
The thing is, I don't feel like I'm feeling this bad, until I run out of steam and fall over. I'm in pain, but not as bad as some days. (I do wish I could do something about my right elbow.) I wake up and feel alert-ish and think maybe I'm actually doing well ... then after twenty minutes I'm wobbling and pulling the covers over myself again, frustrated.
So I'm working through stuff in dribs and drabs, frustrating to myself and everyone who's waiting for anything from me. And spending too much time in the blue bedroom (so I can lie down but still be near a computer) for Perrine's taste (it's the room she's not allowed in so that I have one fur-free room). When I decided I needed food more than getting another five minutes of work done, I tried something experimental, and I've not quite decided yet whether it was a success. Got to tinker with the idea a little and see where it goes.
On an interesting note, I got offerred a good deal on an
enlarger. I can't afford it (that money, if it should suddenly
appear, is needed for heating oil and other bills), but it was
cool to get the offer and fun to look at and think about. I wish
I could get it. (Package includes enlarger, head, and lens, plus
a chance to borrow books and get some tips from a Really Good
printer.) And I finally started picking up that "it's Christmas
season" vibe and reacting to it. (We'll put off noticing that
part of my reaction was, "What am I going to give the two people
I plan to give presents to? It's how late in December
already?") I'd planned to put up the artificial tree from the
basement this year, but that plan involved actually getting all
those boxes and random things out of the living room so it
could be a living room instead of storage. Maybe I'll set it
up on the third floor just so I can tell myself that I did set
up a tree this year, even though that's not a "walk past it and
see it every day" location, nor a place hypothetical houseguests
would pass by it. (Oh, one more thing for the to-do list: wire
in a new power supply for the neon shooting-star
madbodger
made a long time ago, and hang it back up in the window upstairs.)
So there's my day: much wordiness about little. Even though I've focussed on Being Responsible and doing the urgent things, I'm even farther behind. But I don't feel anywhere near as bad as I might. Just frustrated and tired.
Gonna go stroke the cat and close my eyes now.