The Weekend.

Well on Friday morning, I updated you on my flailing condition, so here is just a quick follow up note. I spent the time since then and in fact the whole weekend, out of action, in bed mostly, I achieved nothing.

I snuggled up in my nest on Friday and into Saturday, various Netflix shows on the TV, don’t ask me which, or what happened in any. I had forgotten that watching requires energy.

I set my alarm and walked the dogs as needed, then we cocooned, it was Bonfire night, so fireworks were exploding each night, one dog is affected by them, so my room has become a dog nest, she can hide all over the room, under the bed, down the side, under covers at the end, I have screened the window, so it is dark, and no flashes made it through and then, well I slept, the sleep of the dead, the nothing can disturb me sleep, the no choice in the matter, battery empty kind of sleep, until…

Here I am again, up and kind of at em, telling you this in an effort to motivate myself, I woke to the same mess I had ignored last week, everything abandoned, like a ghost house. One of the draw backs of such sleep, the work doesn’t get done it just waits like a malign tumour, growing. I drank coffee ate muesli and got stuck in, just doing enough, then running away, getting the hell out of dodge, as fast as I could and here I am.

Well, it’s time to dance, yes dance, I have started a variety of dance exercise classes, I was going to skip it today and organise the house, then I saw Dr Michael Mosely, on tv talking about the medically positive effects of dance and here I am, signing off for now, so that I can stretch and move to lovely music.

So long for now.

Chris.xx