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Dosing back up today pretty much killed doing too much. I did find and place wood backing for the drywall repair, then cut one of the pieces for placement. Doing more probably won't happen. I'm already scrunching my brows to keep my eyes open. Further, I now have to take today's medicine. That'll be a fine punch on the nose. At least I am moving a bit ahead. And I did fix a meal and cleaned up afterward, two meals actually. Little other things have been moving forward. Just... not much, not at once, not often. I go to look for a tool and get lost, then tired, then... here I sit.
I will try this again tomorrow, and the next day if needed. I'll get to it. A bit at a time. Tired. Very tired. Too tired. Sleep. Now. Good night.
"I go to look for a tool and get lost, then tired, then... here I sit."
ReplyDeleteHey, it's not just you. I do that with annoying frequency. My excuse is that it is the age-related condition called CRS*. It is the single greatest reason why I don't get as much done as I think I ought.
On that note, it is probably a good thing Daisycat does not come out to the farm on a frequent basis and work with me on some project. I stay much more focused when we're working together. I was seriously, seriously whoofed after last weekend.
*"Can't Remember Shit"
Oh, so women truly CAN work us to death! Hehehe Imagine three weeks of that. As I said, I do suspect, at least until recently, that recovery from the mom woman was part of the thing.
ReplyDeleteAll good to know. CRS, I'll have to... Oh, right, I'll have to remember that one. :p
When I said I had only missed one day of medicine? I actually missed two days. That's why things had changed. Then again, taking a vacation from meds, if very short and cropped rightly, has rarely proven to be a bad thing for me, completely, either.