Now that I’m well on the path back to mental righteousness, the next thing I didn’t need was to feel the way I did today. Physically, I mean. And I’m not just drained of all energy, the way I am almost every Saturday after a long week of short nights. I’m also suffering (or indulging my suffering, which is not quite the same) from every allergy symptom in the book. Maybe more, since I haven’t actually read the book.

Besides the usual sneezing and tickling cough and burning eyes and runny nose, I also had a scratchy throat that got sorer and sorer as the day went on. As a result, I had less and less ambition to get anything accomplished today. I spent a lot of it sitting in the recliner watching TV and dozing on and off. This is maybe the perfect way to spend a healthy Saturday, but it was nice enough outside that I would have preferred to be out in it.

Luckily for me, Tammy and David had enough help moving that they didn’t need me. I wouldn’t have been of much value anyway. I mean, I wasn’t all that much help yesterday, but I gave what I had, and by this morning there wasn’t much left. I could hardly fall out of bed today, much less spring into action. The Boss called around 10:00 am to ask a question. I think he could tell by the sound of my voice that I wasn’t all there, because he said something about getting back into it Monday.

This is something I didn’t count on. I was hoping that once the Big Project was finished, I’d be recharged and ready to face new challenges. Instead I feel worn down and ready to face sheets and pillows and throat lozenges and chocolate. I have everything in the house except the chocolate, so I’ll just have to keep suffering.