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I helped a bit this morning. Not much, just a bit. I have been going too long. She wants to go shopping at several stores, take recycling back here and in town, and... do more. I have another trip tomorrow. Last I heard she was staying here. I can't do it. I need a nap. It is too hot. I am too tired, in every way. I'm not sure this is physical exhaustion, from wearing myself out though. It seems more like simply a bad heart day. I'm beginning to see the difference. Although, I can't always be sure. I was hoping to negotiate, cut some things back. But no, all or nothing. She didn't even want to talk about it. I'm not going to worry about it. If I can't, I can't. And I can't. I don't have the extra energy to calm her down, figure out what can be done later, and get to just a pared down thing.
I think, now that it is done, I will simply go in and take a nap. She can fuss and sputter if that is her choice. Actually, she was planning on a day off today, and while I was in town tomorrow she had thought she would clean in here. She made her choices, bumped it, and there is a price. Not my problem.
Later.
Well, when a body needs to rest, it needs to rest...
ReplyDeleteespecially if a ticker is involved.
Have a good nap.
Sweet dreams
(or not)
:~>
Yo! Time to wake up and visit.
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah. A six hour nap. Woke just in time to cook something, if my mum is of the mood to eat or such, be up just a bit, then go back to bed.
ReplyDeleteOh? When people tell me I ought to visit? I'm always suspicious. It's like when my mom asks me to "come here for a sec"... or an alligator suggests a sip of water would be cool and tasty. But... fine... I'm so dang easy. (Says he with gator boots and a clean cave.) Shhhh.