I’m awake at 7am and up and dressed at 8am – well, it is Sunday! I leave my wife sleeping and go downstairs to feed the dog and finish off clearing up after yesterday’s belated birthday party. I’m feeling (slightly) more motivated this morning, and I find myself actively wanting to achieve something (anything!). I have in mind planting out some more seedlings at the allotment, but that doesn’t work out in the end…
My wife wants to achieve some organisational tasks around the house, so that’s what we end up doing. She brings down our Summer clothing from the loft, and exchanges it with all of our Winter clothing that is currently in the wardrobe and chest of drawers, and then we set about sorting out my mess in the conservatory – she bought me a huge toolbox for my birthday, so that I can keep all of tools and sundries, such as screws and nails, in a place where I can find them when I need them. We sort through a large box containing boxes of screws, and stash them all in a drawer of my new toolbox, and I have to admit that it will be easier to find them in the future.
My brother-in-law, sister-in-law, their daughter and their dog drop in on us this afternoon bearing gifts of the birthday variety, so we have a chat and a (soft) drink and scoff some of my birthday cake, before taking the dogs over to the field by the village hall to expend some of their (seemingly boundless) energy. I self medicated with some cannabis before they arrived, and I notice that my walking is much better today, and my other symptoms seem to be bothering me less – tremor not breaking through so much, anxiety much more under control, muscular weakness and stiffness not so painful.
My wife and I enjoy a dinner of yesterday’s leftover party food (waste not, want not) before settling down in front of the telly for the evening.