I think my cold might finally be getting better. Although this might be because last night I felt awful. And this morning I don't feel like my face is going to explode from the pressure.
It's been frustrating - I thought this week I'd get lots of things done around the house. Maybe even get the spare room cleared so I can get to things. I did drop off a load of stuff at the charity shops, so I can now get to the curtains even with washing drying on the airers in there, which is a definitely improvement. But that's about all I've had the energy to do really. The house needs cleaning and that's not done, but since I'm the only one who'll see it, it can wait.
I had thought about going swimming this weekend, but obviously that's not something you can do with a cold (even if I had the energy to).
But it has been nice to just sit on the sofa, play on the internet, watch TV and read, and have it feel like it was endless. It's not though: I have to go back to work tomorrow.
In amongst that I've been enjoying writing. It makes a change not to be trying to fit it in around everything. The evenings that I'm in I only have about an hour free, in between dinner and Missy. So I can either write or watch TV or read forums or reply to emails etc. It's pretty much just one of those and not all. Then at weekends I try to get a lot of other stuff done. I used to sit down in the evenings and write then, but that doesn't work so well now I have Missy.
Although it doesn't feel like I've been productive, because I'm still living in a bit of a mess, I have got myself ahead on Public Call and Yuletide. If I can get them (mostly) done before things get busy in the evenings (the week after next - everything stops for half term next week) and before things get busy at work (late November, probably) then I won't have to worry about them when I don't have time to do them. And will maybe have more time for treats when things calm down (about a week before Christmas).
Mirrored from my blog.