It is true, this fall has been a perpetual motion machine. Okay, fortunately, I’ve bought all my children’s presents, and I’ve even bought the presents that need to be send across the country and across an ocean…but they’re still sitting in their packaging. Okay, it’s possible that I’m still preoccupied with food. So profoundly grateful for what she does for us. For coming and bringing us meals, and picking up my girls from school, and playing with them so they are not watching TV all the time. Not so much that he hasn’t had moments of frustration, demonstrating that he’s human after all, but he’s an amazing human, taking our kids to school, making those meals I can’t be bothered with, keeping our house tidy, the children happy, and getting his work done. Not that I needed him to demonstrate that a) he loves me or b) that he’s a really really good partner. It’s kind of interesting to know I have the capacity. I have spent hours staring into the middle distance. Sometimes I would close my eyes, and when I woke up, then whole afternoon had disappeared. For most of last week, I couldn’t even read. This is not a terrible place in which to spend a lot of time. It’s huge and quiet and has an en-suite bathroom. Plus I have to feed the people I live with, and have the shopping done, and make lunches, but in the last week I’ve not cared about any of this at all and it’s been kind of freeing. Not thinking about food all the time: It is true that I am usually preoccupied by planning my next meal.
My own version of Ten Things I Sort of Like About Being Sick. Okay, I am going to do it, because I’ve done enough moaning for sure. NovemTen Things I Sort of Like About Being Sick
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