We all live our life on fast forward these days , technology means we wait for nothing - news at our fingertips , 24hr banking and shopping.
Life has been busy , when isn't it ? Days at a time are swallowed up. Hello Spring ! in less than 2 weeks.
I apologise I have had a lot on and haven't had a chance to comment or "gasp" blog. I read a lot of blog posts but time gets the better of me.
Every day I wake up and decide how I wish to live the day. Mostly, I am feeling well and I have no immediate medical issues. Some days I just want to stay in bed , not an option 99% of the time. I have my health and as much as I just want my life back as it was before , it will not happen.
I haven't had too much to say because it all feels like whinging or has already been said; better than I could ever articulate.
The last few weeks I've felt very fatigued, not enough that I can't run or walk for exercise - because that is essential to me as eating and breathing.
Housework - meh.
Running slays me , I ache all over sometimes but I can't stop. I roll and try to stretch out the aches , groaning as my husband
|I need !|
I've got my second half marathon in less than 3 weeks at Dubbo Stampede. Then I will take it easier for a while. Slow down , still
|Me yesterday - after my dreadmill run.|
I accept that if I've done all I could , prepared myself and trained well
It's cold ; I am so grateful for Mr Chippy , wood chopper and husband extraordinaire who keeps the fire glowing.
It's wet , today ; I am grateful Mr Mech and his side kick fixed my treadmill. Though truth be told I now rather run outside in the fresh air.
Our house is small and cluttered ; the easy answer to that is a
I managed a little rearranging to fit the Expedit 4 cube into my bedroom to help bring some order to my clutter and bottles of pills and
My beautiful steam iron is not working *sob*. I've had to resort to my old iron. 'Oh the joy' just isn't there anymore and it's so heavy.
Chemo brain is still giving me grief and I find it so hard to concentrate , or to want to concentrate. Our 2013 Tax is very overdue , it's complicated but slowly I'm getting there. Reminders from the accountant jolt me back into reality; it's not going away.
We have 1000's (no joke) of pieces of paper , in trays and in files (a drawer re removed from the filing cabinet). Stacked in our kitchen /family room. Moved to the table, off the table to the floor and back again. I am so over it.
Right now , I long to carve out a lovely little space in the