I don’t want to do anything except read
Despite going through a phase these last two weeks of skipping meetings and avoiding people (not avoiding individuals – more like avoiding group interactions and expectations), I went to the monthly NOW meeting. It was a helpful reminder that, oh yeah, I like these people. They’re fun and interesting and understanding about feeling overwhelmed by obligations. They didn’t need anything from me and I could just go and be and be helpful and useful, even if it’s just helping someone load her car with donations.
So that was good, and maybe it’ll make me more likely to go to the next thing. Which is Sunday afternoon. And I need all the help I can get when it comes to doing ANYthing on a Sunday afternoon. Being sick takes everything out of me. Even now, when I’m starting to feel better, I still want to be lazy. And then I feel bad about being lazy. And then I get annoyed because, damn it, I’m allowed to be lazy for a week. And then I’m grumpy. I might be a toddler masquerading as an adult. Don’t tell work.