A Rough Day
A Rough Day Today has been a rough day. As my recovery from surgery drags on, I have more energy but nothing to expend that energy on. I can't clean. I can't decorate. I can't fold alllllll of my clothes that are on my new-to-me round chair and then put them away. All I can do is sit here and look at the chaos around me. I would go work out, but I can't. I don't know where my tennis shoes are and have looked to the best of my ability. It will take digging further into my closet or looking under the bed to find them, I think. So, I think of all these things I can't do, try to stay positive about the things I can do, but today the toll has taken its place on me mentally. I have discovered that while I may be an introvert, I am also definitely an extrovert. I believe my daughter called this an ambiavert (or something like that). I have limited human contact. I'm asleep when my husband leaves and then he doesn't get home until around 6 or so. Then he