Does this count? I opened the mail. If that counts as working, then I broke my promise and worked today.

Oh, and I also filed away the one piece of mail that wasn’t immediately recyclable junk. It was a notice from a county agency that a family had reconciled and I didn’t need to deduct child support from an employee’s check any more. The trouble with that was that this guy worked for us for two weeks early in the summer and I didn’t get the support order until after he was gone. But it’s good to know he’s home with his family. Totally heartwarming.

So I guess I did work, for about 45 seconds. Plus twenty minutes of walking, to the post office and back, but that was more for exercise than to fulfill any obligations. It was in the hot afternoon sun, too, but I still wouldn’t call it working.

Other than that, this was a Saturday for restoring a little equilibrium to my life. I did basically nothing (and liked it!). I can’t say that I’m caught up on sleep, but I do feel better. Whatever it was that came over me yesterday was gone today. It’s just barely possible that the stress and lack of sleep had something to do with the wave of dizziness and the flushed feeling. I’m willing to admit that, now that it’s over.

And I plan not to work again tomorrow, although I do hope to do more than sit around mindlessly watching television from dawn (that is, 10:30 am) to dusk (or two or three hours after midnight, whichever comes later). I’m getting that closed-in sensation, and I think there are places I can go to improve things. We’ll have to see, though, because I could wake up tomorrow with no ambition and no energy. That would make it like most Sundays.