busy day

I have some commitments. Maybe I’ll get something done.

I slept last night, so that’s good. Haven’t coughed for two days. So that’s good. I’m tired already, and lazy, so that’s bad.

I did too much yesterday and I HURT. I made a list of putter things I had to do, silly little tasks that have to be done, like water the plants, empty the waste baskets, get the mail (haven’t picked it up all week), take out the compost, prepare for my older son to come and help me with online shopping and lecture me on how to handle my email and checking. Quite a lot of prep to be ready for him, actually. I have a list of notes and letters and orders and things—and I’ll find out everything I’m doing wrong. I must not succumb to e-mail when I am invited/offered/ordered to send money. I can only use Visa when I order something. I must write cheques and mail stuff. Otherwise I’ll be hacked again. I suppose you all know that.

Well, I’m tired and I hurt all day—hard walking or standing. I did go to the pool and I exercised gently, not gently enough. Tomorrow will be better. Soon I will stop talking about myself. Soon I will start thinking.

I hope.