Thursday and I wake up knowing I am going to spend the day clearing the end of the sofa and the office. I am determined to get what I can do to complete this task done by Easter. I do my vitals, which are good, and then get into “tidying” clothes before eating a healthy breakfast and then I am at at! I stay at it until gone six o’clock at night when I reached the point I can do no more and it is up to others to do their bit. The results are gratifying, the next phase is to get rid of the jettisoned mounds of papers, but that will grow as others rationalise there papers and “stuff”.
By the time I reach this stage I am knackered, I have no energy spoons left at all so slump onto the recliner and stare into space until the evening meal. After that its a night of football which includes the most amazing extra time win I have ever seen. Eventually I go off to bed having downed my night meds, donned my night splint and hope fo ra good nights sleep.
Easter Friday and a wake to a partner who is awake and does not have a plan for the day. I have breakfast and when I go to take my morning meds I find my dosette are empty so I have to do the ritualistic fortnightly filling of them. Its a tedious job but one that keeps me straight in terms of medications.
With the drugs sorted its time to prepare the car go and get what is needed to re turf the old flower bed in the front garden. With the car turned into a truck my partner and I go off to “Hagrids” one of our local garden centres. Its a flying visit for top soil and turf. I think I have measured up but I have not done the square meterage calculation the result being that when I get home and do them I think I have under bought. I will just have to wing it. With the goodies unloaded my partner and I go food shopping in the village shop before I settle down to do the days crosswords. While I am exercising my brain my partner and eldest daughter are busy sorting out their stuff in the office. I stay well clear and draft the blog until they can do no more and the evening closes in.
The evening is going to be a slow one of indulgence as befits a Bank Holiday. Some favourite TV, perhaps some reading and suddenly I am thinking a small glass of red wine as a treat. It’s been a simple day but tomorrow I need to train in order to keep my “Moving On”, moving on.
