It's Sunday of Memorial Weekend
And, as usual I am just hanging out. I keep staying up too late, then getting up too late the next day. Then just lying around reading or whatever. It's boring. Curt and I never do anything together on weekends--partially due to my ennui and partially because what is there to do besides him going to ride Hustle. You can imagine how much fun that is to sit out in the heat a dust waving away flies while Curt plays with my ultimate dream--well, my ultimate dream was having a horse I could ride, so it's not really quite that.
My great daydream now is to find a physical therapist or personal trainer whom I could afford and who would understand the parameters of working with someone with fibro. Meanwhile I'm overeating out of boredom and feeling useless. But my moods are better.
My great daydream now is to find a physical therapist or personal trainer whom I could afford and who would understand the parameters of working with someone with fibro. Meanwhile I'm overeating out of boredom and feeling useless. But my moods are better.