Every once in a while I get a day like today. A day in which CFS only hovers around the edge of my consciousness. A day in which I was able to:
Write reasonably thoughtful answers to a number of e-mails.
Put in several hours of reasonably satisfying clay sculpting.
Walk the dogs in the cold sunshine.
Go to yoga class.
Have a long telephone conversation with my sister about our mother.
Sit by the fire and read the New Yorker (eat bananas while you can--the one export variety in existence is now endangered).
Write this little post.
I realize that tomorrow may be a completely different story, so I'm not attaching to my present state. I'm just relishing it, and putting off going to bed.
Appreciating where I live
1 week ago
Sounds like a very full day, do hope it did not do you in.
ReplyDeleteIt was full, and lovely...especially getting back to yoga.
ReplyDeleteYou deserve as many as the Goddesses will give you! Or the doggesses ;-)
ReplyDeleteSometimes those doggesses dog me.
ReplyDeletea lovely day. i wish you more.
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