A month at a time

A month has passed since I last wrote. It's amazing how time can get away from you. The simple routine of going to work, coming home, and trying to recharge, only to do it again the next day is sometimes more than I can bear, as it has been. I've been frustrated with myself, worn thin by too much society, and left at the edge of a frayed rope. I know I need a vacation, even if it is three or four days off where I stay home and find ways to recharge, but am hording them for "just in case" at the moment.

I have done little crafting. I have no quilts to show off, no paintings to display, and no writings to share. I tried my hand at drawing and coloring, but it looks so juvenile I want more practice (which is what I would like). The last two weeks I have started writing a to do list on Sunday to complete by the week's end. Not everything gets done, but I manage to do more than is listed, complete tasks I put off long enough, and feel productive. Tomorrow will be the start of the third week and as I have no more energy, I started the list prematurely for tomorrow.

Last weekend I weeded the side of the house with my mother. My legs complained all week, but it feels good to walk by and see how nice it looks (as little as is in my view). Today, my mother, sister and I were all outside waiting for a cousin to do a dump run and we did some weeding. As little as I was outside, I managed to get a small area of my upper back/lower neck fairly well sunburned (not even my face). I thought I managed to stay out of the sun well.

When I came back, I spent time in the living room emptying out a couple of boxes and organizing my craft supplies into containers. It felt good to clean up that area and I managed to get a good amount of things set aside for donation as well. I took an hours nap and while taking my second shower of the day, also showered my littlest dog. As I have two hours for bed, I'm debating if I have the energy to do anything else, like shower my bigger dog or organize my books, since they have started stacking up on the floor again (and something that has been on my list for two weeks now).

I have a headache so I may just end up shutting off my computer and reading. I don't want to go to sleep in fear I will wake up at four in the morning and not get back to sleep (I work tomorrow and do not need to get up until a quarter before seven). Too much physical labor (whether it be work or pleasure, such as weeding or swimming) can bring on severe migraines, so I am glad I only have a small annoying one. But I have quite used up my energy for tonight, so I will enjoy the last hours of my weekend, otherwise I may need a weekend from my weekend.