Saturday night. My Sunday....as the real Sunday is actually my Monday. Confused? How do you think I feel every week. Sunday is my Monday, Thursday is my Friday and Friday is my Saturday. OK stop the train right here. I need a break. I need to think this through.
My body has been rebelling this week. Yelling and screaming at me about what it likes and does not like. My back is beginning to concern me but not to the point of worrying my yet. Just enough to float in and out of the subconscious territories right now. Another weekend for me that bore little gains and I have to break this rut I am in.
Next weekend I have a plan. Friday ... the real Friday, my Saturday I have to go for some training in the morning and then my neurologist in the afternoon. So on my Sunday....the real Saturday (confused yet...I am trying :) I think I am going to take in a botanical garden or two that are out in the country. I did drive bys this evening to find out where they were and to see if there is an reason to head out into the wilderness and pay a 5 and 7 dollar admittance fee and I think it might be OK. Something different, something to get me out of this dreary rut I have been in.
To make this happen though I have to go in early and stay late tomorrow to finish up a project I have been working on. With this out of the way I can concentrate on finishing a personal project and just clear the table of all projects by Thursday night (my Friday). Then get the tasks done I need to on Friday and then .... it will be me time.
Going to be a hefty load this week but a productive one I see ahead of me. A sense of accomplishment as each day closes and one step closer to the ability to do something different this weekend.
Peace
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