This weekend, for the first time in too long, I actually stayed home and did things. I did laundry. I mowed the lawn. I tied up the dahlias, and harvested herbs from my garden. I cleaned out the refrigerator. I did homework. When I went to Mass on Saturday I was actually on time. (Yeah, I know, I can’t quite believe it either.) It wasn’t enough. I still have so much to do. I was surreptitiously finishing up one paper at work this morning. But maybe, just maybe, next weekend I might get to actually sleep a little.
I’m also having my traditional autumn asthma difficulties. Sigh. Someday I want to be able to dance without my chest hurting again.
But on Sunday SG said that my posture/frame, which I’ve been struggling with for months, is looking “all nice and pretty.” Of course then she said that now I need to work on being a little bit more grounded. But that’s to be expected. The reward for a job well done is, of course, another job.