Fatigued

I had every good intention of coming home each night this week and attacking more of the garage and packing duties to prepare for the contractors and the flooring. But that’s not happening. I get up at 4:45 or 5, leave for the bus at 6, work a long day, hop the bus home, walk a mile and get home about 6:45. Taking the bus doesn’t save me any time in the least – in fact it might take longer, who knows. But I save money on gas and wear and tear on my car. In addition, I’m walking more and that’s a good thing. I am not seeing any results, but it’s only been three weeks or so. 

(And I’ve been following the dumb doctors orders to watch my nutrition, salt intake, and exercise. The edema should start to change here pretty soon if he was right. I don’t think he was, but I’m trying anyway. And any less salt in my diet and I’ll need to start licking a salt block.)

Anyway, by the time I get home, change clothes, eat, sit on the couch to rest for a few minutes, I’m falling asleep. Seriously. How can I possibly get anything accomplished when I have to sleep at night? (Just kidding.)

I just plod along knowing that when my remodeling is done I can sew up a storm of great looking garments.

Meanwhile, I leave you with this darling picture of Lily, sent to me this morning by camera phone. Her way of scolding me for having to go to work.