Woke up to the sunshine, feeling energetic today. Isn't that an ordinary thing? The last time I fully experienced this feeling - including waking up and wanting to get out of bed - was, I think late August last year. I've got used to the sluggishness to the extent that I've incorporated it into my life as being normal, just me being me, and today that seemed absurd. At around 2pm, I recognised that the ability and motivation to sort out some bags of junk, finish the laundry, listen to the whole of a podcast and recall it, is a normal state of mind. I hope I'm able to sustain it as it feels good, and I've got loads done.
I sorted out the three bags of stuff that Nick cleared out of the car a couple of months ago. It was all stuff that I had accumulated there while I was in Cornwall last year. As I didn't want some of it but thought it could be used, I put it out on the front wall, hoping someone would take it. There were the packets of vegetable seeds that never got planted, and some books that I had got from the Lions Club sale on the beach. I was pleased that a couple of hours later, the books had gone. It had rained by this time so I had to throw away the seeds. With all the rest of the tidying, I threw out four bin bags, ready for the lorry tomorrow.
I cooked a good dinner and while it was cooking, took Darcy for a walk. Get me, doing two things at once! He is a bit miserable, having been wormed. The gaudy flower beds have been planted up. From one angle, the park looked like the guardians of civic life in the 50's might have imagined with the formal flower beds, the pavilion, and tennis courts, and the grand deco memorial in the background. It says something that today I even managed to appreciate something of Coventry. Surely this can't last.
In the evening, Nina and I went to the supermarket and amongst other things, bought me a giant pink French Fancie Birthday Cake. Deep, deep joy. The young man who served us at the checkout said that I would enjoy it as he had had one for his birthday. I told him I would think of him tomorrow, and I will.
In a final burst of positive Dee, I have partially completed my college application. It'll all end in tears.
I sorted out the three bags of stuff that Nick cleared out of the car a couple of months ago. It was all stuff that I had accumulated there while I was in Cornwall last year. As I didn't want some of it but thought it could be used, I put it out on the front wall, hoping someone would take it. There were the packets of vegetable seeds that never got planted, and some books that I had got from the Lions Club sale on the beach. I was pleased that a couple of hours later, the books had gone. It had rained by this time so I had to throw away the seeds. With all the rest of the tidying, I threw out four bin bags, ready for the lorry tomorrow.
I cooked a good dinner and while it was cooking, took Darcy for a walk. Get me, doing two things at once! He is a bit miserable, having been wormed. The gaudy flower beds have been planted up. From one angle, the park looked like the guardians of civic life in the 50's might have imagined with the formal flower beds, the pavilion, and tennis courts, and the grand deco memorial in the background. It says something that today I even managed to appreciate something of Coventry. Surely this can't last.
In the evening, Nina and I went to the supermarket and amongst other things, bought me a giant pink French Fancie Birthday Cake. Deep, deep joy. The young man who served us at the checkout said that I would enjoy it as he had had one for his birthday. I told him I would think of him tomorrow, and I will.
In a final burst of positive Dee, I have partially completed my college application. It'll all end in tears.
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