Contrary to my hope that I’d be sufficiently recovered to resume my normal life today, I actually feel worse than I did on Monday and Tuesday. This is infuriating! I can tolerate a couple of days of recovery time after overdoing it, but after that it starts to get annoying, then depressing.
I have no idea whether today’s malaise is connected to Sunday’s exertions or simply that I’ve segued into another bout of the bleughs. I slept badly last night, with tiresome dreams and the weather is muggy and migrainous. Perhaps that’s all it took to to make me feel bloated, leaden, queasy, stupid and cross as well as very, very tired.
I’ve been occupying myself listening to The Vanished World by H E Bates on audio book and adding a few things to my fledgling Pinterest account. Later on I think I’ll do some small drawings – sometimes when I’m unwell and my expectations are low I’m surprised and pleased with what I create. If nothing else I feel that my creative work should be allowed to reflect my reality – that I can draw for the sake of drawing, not to produce perfect images.