I’m feeling better today. I’ve been sick for a week – debilitatingly sick as my husband said. It started last week. Came home early Tuesday and slept. I worked all day on Wednesday and it took everything out of me I guess. After that, I was in bed for 4 days.
Those who know me know this is not a normal occurrence. I might be sick for a day, maybe two, but I still go to work; I still go to ballet, I’m still present. Not this time. I didn’t go to ballet on Tuesday but thought no problem, I’ll go on Thursday. Thursday came and went. No Saturday drumming, no Sunday pilates, no ballet again today. I left the house today for the first time. I decided I had to get a little exercise and build some strength back up. I walked the lake this morning. It took me twice as long as normal to go that short 1.2 miles and I had to stop and rest. It was such a beautiful fall day I didn’t mind. I watched the ducks on the water and came home for a rest.
I didn’t take a nap. My first day in a week without one. I’m not a napper, never was. My sister-in-law loves naps. She’d probably take two a day if she could. My husband is the kind of power napping. He can take a 3 hour nap and still be able to go to sleep at 9 at night. Not me. Like my grandmother, if I have to have a nap, 30 minutes is just fine. Anything longer and I’m awake for the night, getting less than my normal 6, maybe 7, hours of sleep. But today I rested, on the couch, with daytime tv on; enough to make me get up quickly, eat a bite of lunch and try again.
The yard is an abysmal mess right now. After 2 good freezes, the tomatoes in the front yard are slimy, wilting and in dire need of the trash can. The asters are on their last leg, the hyssops are brown, sedums wilting. So I started cutting plants back, making piles in the front yard. I moved the annual pots to the side of the house and started picking up the fragile yard art. What should have been about 40 minutes of work took me 2 hours and I was completely exhausted. Time for another rest. This is getting old. Oh wait, so am I, but not old enough to feel like this. It can’t last much longer, there’s work to be done. It’s supposed to snow Wednesday night through Friday. It was almost 80 today, Tuesday.
I’m not any good at this blogging thing. My sister-in-law writes these neat little snippets and posts often. I can’t shut up. I never know when to stop. This should have been about the garden on a beautiful fall day. Instead, I can only focus on how tired I am and I haven’t even done anything. Maybe I should just lay down and rest now. I’ll get to the garden later.