Restless. That’s how I’m feeling today. We dropped The Tween off in another state yesterday. Tomorrow he flies to yet another. He’ll be gone for eight weeks and I’m feeling very up in the air.
My new medicine for depression is working GANGBUSTERS. I have energy and the desire to take care of things. Unfortunately, PHYSICALLY I’m not up to the task. I’m doing small things. Doing things a bit at a time, but I have this URGE to GET IT DONE NOW! There’s this sense of immediacy that’s, frankly, annoying the hell out of me. I’m not satisfied with what I CAN do on my own.
I ordered a piece of exercise equipment Friday. It’s just a mini cycle. You can “pedal” with your hands or your feet. I am going to use it to build up my strength, but it’s going to take time.
I need to shut that mouthy ho’ in the back of my head up for a bit. I’ve been knitting on a couple of projects and that helps, but I feel guilty for not doing MORE in the house. *Sigh* I’m not so good a baby steps.