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I went walking outside for the first time since winter came. Been worried that there would be ice, but the sidewalks were clear - no problem. A little wet, but not bad. And plenty warm enough.
I'm glad about it. The workout is more intense than what I do during the winter, since it involves going up hills. And the air is much fresher. I feel very tired, but I don't think it will take me long to get stronger.
Did some writing today. I'm almost finished the fem RoBul fic. Need to wrap up the current scene, and do a short ending scene. That's it. I don't know when I'll type it up for editing, though. The thought makes me feel exhausted, and this is a story that I wrote for me, so it doesn't have a deadline that needs to be met. But I can think of two, maybe three people who would definitely enjoy it, so I do want to type it up and edit it eventually. Maybe I'll let it sit for a while first.
I haven't been going down to the library on the weekends, not for the past few weeks. Somehow the very thought makes me feel exhausted, even though it's something that I do enjoy. So I've been just doing the necessary errands, and exercising per usual, and keeping the apartment clean, and reading the material that I have at home. And there's plenty of that, so it isn't as if I'm losing anything. But I do feel like this lack of energy is another symptom of the stuff going on with me.
I haven't been cooking either, though that's partly because I don't have any space for leftovers in my freezer right now, and partly because I don't have any containers to put leftovers in (because they're all in my freezer). So I've been working through what I have in reserve. Which means that there are perfectly logical explanations for this atypical behaviour, but it's still enough to make me stop and take a moment to think, "Okay, should I be concerned?" At the moment, probably not, but I do need to keep an eye on this.
It was really nice to go walking outside, though.
I'm glad about it. The workout is more intense than what I do during the winter, since it involves going up hills. And the air is much fresher. I feel very tired, but I don't think it will take me long to get stronger.
Did some writing today. I'm almost finished the fem RoBul fic. Need to wrap up the current scene, and do a short ending scene. That's it. I don't know when I'll type it up for editing, though. The thought makes me feel exhausted, and this is a story that I wrote for me, so it doesn't have a deadline that needs to be met. But I can think of two, maybe three people who would definitely enjoy it, so I do want to type it up and edit it eventually. Maybe I'll let it sit for a while first.
I haven't been going down to the library on the weekends, not for the past few weeks. Somehow the very thought makes me feel exhausted, even though it's something that I do enjoy. So I've been just doing the necessary errands, and exercising per usual, and keeping the apartment clean, and reading the material that I have at home. And there's plenty of that, so it isn't as if I'm losing anything. But I do feel like this lack of energy is another symptom of the stuff going on with me.
I haven't been cooking either, though that's partly because I don't have any space for leftovers in my freezer right now, and partly because I don't have any containers to put leftovers in (because they're all in my freezer). So I've been working through what I have in reserve. Which means that there are perfectly logical explanations for this atypical behaviour, but it's still enough to make me stop and take a moment to think, "Okay, should I be concerned?" At the moment, probably not, but I do need to keep an eye on this.
It was really nice to go walking outside, though.