Plans

Bounty

 I have a plan.

I have been spending the past few days executing said plan. I have barely been able to keep our house livable. I've never wanted to admit this, but there it is. Pain is one thing, but the worst is the debilitating exhaustion and profuse sweating. Slight effort is all it takes. My brilliant plan? Concentrate on one area, do as much as possible before the extreme exhaustion sets in, rest as long as it takes and repeat until I can't anymore. I am working east to west. The sunroom was first, it took me three days to do but it is deep cleaned. Yesterday was the living room. I got about a third of the room done and should be able to do the same amount today. As long as I have the energy and no spasms I will continue until I am done with the last room, Mark's office.

I'm sure I have mentioned this before. I am anal. I like order. Symmetry. I was the stoner with the pressed patched jeans. No joke. I've learned the need for order is about control, which makes sense. My need for a full larder, freezer and refrigerator has also been explained as a need for control. So....what does this have to do with anything? Since I completed one room I have been happy! Happy is not someplace I have been spending time in. Each polished surface makes my heart a little lighter. I know, my life is narrow! It's the life I have, so I'm going to be happy with it.

Bounty. The plants are in overdrive at the moment. There are lots of tomatoes on my two plants waiting to ripen. It won't be long until the preservation process starts. That's a satisfying bit of useful work. 

I've put my plan in print. That, and the pleasure it's given me, should be enough for me to see it through. I miss our dog, but it must be said. She was a shedding machine I could not keep up with. Not in my condition. Or lack thereof.