I slept okay. My coffee was fine. The morning was routine and sufficiently pleasant to be quite unremarkable. Work is going smoothly. The day has some sunshine. Some clouds. My appointment with my VA doctor seemed productive. The biscuits I made from scratch last night were delightful, and even this morning, cold, they were tasty. It’s an adequately lovely Tuesday.

I’ve got a raging headache, today. I am fatigued from dealing with my headache, and my arthritis pain. My fierce commitment to doing the most skillful possible transition as I leave one employer for another is also contributing to my fatigue. I feel… “over it”. Tired. Much of the fatigue is “cognitive fatigue” – I’m not actually sleepy. Nonetheless, I’d happily crash right out for a nap, right now, this very minute, if I actually thought there was any chance at all I might actually sleep and wake rested.

My Traveling Partner is in pain today, too. We are careful to be considerate and kind with one another. As days go, this one is… “fine”, for all imaginable positive impressions of the word “fine” as applied to how days go. lol Sincerely, authentically, “fine”. No better. No worse. I even feel a mighty measure of gratitude that the day is indeed going so well. It’s enough, at the moment, for this moment to be the moment that it is busy being. “Sufficiency” isn’t fancy. LOL Today it’s just “fine”.

I keep thinking about going for a walk. My feet itch to hit the trail. My back resists with the full weight of today’s pain. I don’t actually “feel up to it”, pain-wise. Probably be good for me, anyway…

…I think ahead to dinner. Ennui. No imagination. No fucks to give. Yep. Cognitive fatigue. Shit. So… I dunno.

I’ll have to figure out where/when to begin again. 🙂