feeling weary
I'm gona go to sleep and sleep for a dozen hours. Well, I said that, but then got up at 6:30, or so. It was -5C with a promise to go up to 16C today.
I got up because I couldn't stand my thoughts bout my parenting missteps. I have very good kids, in spite of myself. Best to just repent and let it all wash away. There's not a lot left to do about it.
I am weary. I have a slight concussion, I think. I'm sortof dazed a bit. I'm pretty sore all over. I ate some yummy ibuprophen a couple of hours ago, but I still feel pretty sore.
I wasn't sure about being home today, but got busy and cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. Willem unloaded the car for me before he left for work and lit the fire, too.
So I have tidied up somewhat. I think I am going to try to build a frame for my counter top. It's about 7' long. But I'm not sure yet. I will have to wait and have another look at it all later.
I need to make a dentist appointment for Willem for his broken tooth, find the receipt for his ipod, finish my green new England basket and do some journaling.
I'd like to sit outside and play the violin, too, when it warms up. I'd like to go somewhere that nobody is. Perhaps one of my favourite roads. Perhaps that one that takes about an hour to go 10km through the forest to the lake I kayaked on. I will take along my lawn chair, too.
I should probably go back to bed, but it's sunny outside. So rare to have a sunny day anymore, I rely like it!
There's a thick layer of frost on the metal birdfeeder lid.
I wonder if it's important to go to the hospitial to find out if I do have a concussion. I'm so weary, sometimes I wonder if my heart is getting all it should be. I'm likely fine, but perhaps I should go find out.
I didn't call my mom for a couple of days. It was nice to forget. Now I feel that looming pressure to go back down there. I don't really need to be there, Lori is taking care of things.
I think I'm going to go to the walk-in clinic and get checked out.
I got up because I couldn't stand my thoughts bout my parenting missteps. I have very good kids, in spite of myself. Best to just repent and let it all wash away. There's not a lot left to do about it.
I am weary. I have a slight concussion, I think. I'm sortof dazed a bit. I'm pretty sore all over. I ate some yummy ibuprophen a couple of hours ago, but I still feel pretty sore.
I wasn't sure about being home today, but got busy and cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. Willem unloaded the car for me before he left for work and lit the fire, too.
So I have tidied up somewhat. I think I am going to try to build a frame for my counter top. It's about 7' long. But I'm not sure yet. I will have to wait and have another look at it all later.
I need to make a dentist appointment for Willem for his broken tooth, find the receipt for his ipod, finish my green new England basket and do some journaling.
I'd like to sit outside and play the violin, too, when it warms up. I'd like to go somewhere that nobody is. Perhaps one of my favourite roads. Perhaps that one that takes about an hour to go 10km through the forest to the lake I kayaked on. I will take along my lawn chair, too.
I should probably go back to bed, but it's sunny outside. So rare to have a sunny day anymore, I rely like it!
There's a thick layer of frost on the metal birdfeeder lid.
I wonder if it's important to go to the hospitial to find out if I do have a concussion. I'm so weary, sometimes I wonder if my heart is getting all it should be. I'm likely fine, but perhaps I should go find out.
I didn't call my mom for a couple of days. It was nice to forget. Now I feel that looming pressure to go back down there. I don't really need to be there, Lori is taking care of things.
I think I'm going to go to the walk-in clinic and get checked out.