Sometimes the fact that I don’t have the energy that I used to have is brought home to me, and today is one of those times. Going shopping and then swimming yesterday (even if I did only swim half a dozen lengths) has significantly depleted my meagre energy supply. I didn’t notice a significant increase in fatigue when I took the dog for her walks, but chopping up a basketful of kindling and then splitting a few logs for the fire tonight was almost beyond my capability. I was huffing and puffing like an asthmatic steam engine when I carried the log basket into the house from the back garden, and had to take a seat and recover afterwards. An hour and a half later, I felt up to the gargantuan task of running the vacuum around downstairs and then lighting the fire.
It seems a little pathetic to complain about such trivia, but it it’s fast becoming an issue, and I realise that, in the not to distant future, I’m simply not going to be able to accomplish these tasks, and that’s a depressing thought. It’s also the thought behind my frequent holidaying – I’m travelling while I’m still able to do so, and actually spent some time today researching holidays for next year (and I’ve only been home from the last one for a fortnight!).