Avocet of Shadow
Oct. 26th, 2024 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoUgh. I am so tired of this. Again I watched with envy as other people strolled through the beautiful sunshine outside my window. I want to be out there, but my body was not so inclined. I think I am beginning the slow upward climb back into the light. Maybe. But that only means that it is now time for the Koffening, that period when my chest rattles and I must cough ENDLESSLY until every fragment of crud that has adhered itself to my pipes is shaken loose. It feels like work.
This morning I wrote three cards: a thank you card, a birthday card, and a sympathy card. I finally sent Ms. Science the bluejay feathers I found on the path through the woods. I'm not sure she really wants them, but she said to send them to her, so I did. And then I wandered off the path of righteous accomplishment. The Sparrowhawk went to the store and got some pre-cooked chicken for dinner. We've been eating leftover takeout for four or five days now. It's good, but not endlessly entertaining. I'm amazed by how many things I'm not doing. I did a little bit of reading for the book club, but it was hard to make sense of the chapter. I remember the days when I would actually get up and go to work feeling like this, because I had to have the money, and there were no sick days on my job. It was not at all good for me, but I could do it. Now I just want to go back to bed.
This morning I wrote three cards: a thank you card, a birthday card, and a sympathy card. I finally sent Ms. Science the bluejay feathers I found on the path through the woods. I'm not sure she really wants them, but she said to send them to her, so I did. And then I wandered off the path of righteous accomplishment. The Sparrowhawk went to the store and got some pre-cooked chicken for dinner. We've been eating leftover takeout for four or five days now. It's good, but not endlessly entertaining. I'm amazed by how many things I'm not doing. I did a little bit of reading for the book club, but it was hard to make sense of the chapter. I remember the days when I would actually get up and go to work feeling like this, because I had to have the money, and there were no sick days on my job. It was not at all good for me, but I could do it. Now I just want to go back to bed.
