Day of Rest

Thursday dawned cloudy, but blue sky in the west said that it was going to be a brighter day today than it was yesterday. But it’s cool, and I’m fine with that. 

I began my day with a spa, and then I unloaded all the plants I bought at Walmart, and the groceries and pet supplies. Then I took Her Highness for a short walk. It’s all I could sustain with my aching foot. Then we came home for my Zoom session with my fellow neurogenic stutterers in the UK. When we were done, it was time for lunch.

Judging by the weather, I may not have to water again until Sunday, so I have lots of time before then to plant, so I decided to read and relax after lunch to have some down time. After my recent bout with muteness and the partial recovery that came from getting lots of rest, I chose to give myself time yesterday afternoon to recharge.

I napped and I plodded through two afternoon walks. I had zero energy all day. I kept thinking about my days before going to Nanaimo when I was stoned on the joy of working in the yard. That energy, that desire was dead in me yesterday, so I just lazed my way through the day. 

Seeing Dr. S. more often means having to think about myself. We talk about what I am experiencing today. Sometimes, of course, my infamous past is referenced but only in passing. It’s the present that is my curse: living with the knowledge of my past. The madman’s diary grows.

Last night I felt a certain envy for work today. We’ll walk with our friends and then hopefully I’ll feel inclined to take some little steps in the yard and garden. I’ve never let the yard go before. I’ve always whacked the weeds down because leaving it made the yard look ‘rough’ to me. But this year, I’m not yet inclined to whack any of it yet. However, the trees have fruited, the front yard may get partially whacked soon.

It’s overcast this morning, but it will likely clear later in the morning, and it remains on the cool side. It’s 12° this morning. Another day in paradise.