I just want to be normal ...

Is that asking too much?

Here's the deal.

All I did on Saturday was go into the big city so my little chickadee could accompany me on a fact finding mission to help me decide what to do about flooring for my new sanctuary/grandson room.

Admittedly, it was a long day and there were many stops (getting in and out of the car), but MLC did all the driving.

I made one stop on the way home.

In fact, I had gotten so used to having a chauffeur that when I returned to my car at that one stop, I went to get into the passenger side of my car.

Oops, no driver!  I was quite amused by that.

Anyway, I arrived home none the worse for wear (I thought).

And then Sunday hit.

Yesterday I was as useless as an old dishrag.

I did nothing all day but lie around the house.

Well, nothing isn't quite right.  I emptied a closet in preparation for our construction project (it will be converted to shelving and that can happen now so I want to get moving on that).  That took about a half hour of physical exertion.

And then I napped.

Actually, I crashed.

Several times.

Slept through a good part of my ball game (which we won -- woo hoo!).

Then slept again in the early evening while I tried to watch something.

So I went to bed.

And couldn't keep my eyes open to read even a few pages.

The kicker?

I felt like I had been beaten up by a band of thugs.

Still feel that way this morning so I'll have another day of rest today.

I don't know how long it will take to recover from Saturday's outing but this is stupid, I think.

I want to be able to contribute to this project but it seems that even a slight participation takes me out of commission for -- how long?

And there's a lot more shopping has to happen yet!

Not to mention the packing/moving/unpacking of boxes that is to come (I would really like to do the packing/unpacking myself).

All I can say is ... fibro really sucks when you wanna have fun!