I went into the just past weekend with highest hopes. I was very tired. I knew I was going to rest. But I didn't know to what degree or how satisfying it could be. The good news: I canceled every plan anyone tried to throw at me. No karaoke, no Columbus convention. I started out at the dentist on Friday and with the rest of the day I took off, I decided to instead finally move this bookshelf that has been in my way of getting in and out of bed. This extra shelf I can't move anywhere else. But I can swap it out with the tall, cheap plastic thing behind my monitor, leaving less of the headroom of the bed open but more of the bedside open.
So I got the shelves unloaded and the shelves moved. However, the stuff under the bed and from the shelf are still just sitting around. I never finished! I'm too lazy! I'm too tired! I can't stop myself. I'm always exhausted. Both spiritually and physically.
Dad is sick and mom is losing her patience decorating for Christmas. Nobody seems happy.
But I do know I'll look back on this as "the good times." And I'll have been right. This is so bleak.