Usually when I sit down to write my blog I have some sort of idea what I will write about. Typically, it’s a topic that has struck me during the week, or a story about an adventure I had over the weekend. Today I’ve got nothing, because today I am tired. It’s the first day in over a week that I have had to myself, and one would think this would cause an avalanche of writing to be done. Alas, I have spent a great deal of time today sitting on the sofa and watching television. I am aware of all the things that need to be done, cleaning my house for the first time in a week being foremost on my agenda, but I cannot muster the motivation. Even as I sit here and type, I am tired, and only wanting to return to the couch for another episode of Living Single.
My weekend brought no break. First, I went to see my mother at rehab Saturday morning, followed by a grueling hike at Eighteen Mile Creek to a fishing spot that had no fish. This was followed by another expedition to Tift Nature Preserve, where the dock was invaded by small children enjoying a fishing themed birthday party. This interrupted my peace, sadly. On Sunday, I went to see Mom again, then drove out to Cambria to go to a U-Pick lavender field that was already picked. It was a weekend of disappointment.
Good news is that mom comes home tomorrow, and is currently learning how to do things like climb stairs, get in and out of the tub, and use her walker. Good news is that my father is no longer radioactive. These things are great reliefs to me. Still, I am tired.
So, you see, this is one of those times when I haven’t much to say. All I really want is my husband to come home so we can make pasta and watch Stranger Things. That would be ideal right now, not sitting here trying to peck out a blog when my heart really isn’t in it. Still, I force myself, because if I don’t, I’ll feel even worse. Happy Monday, folks. Here’s to Tuesday.