I lost my battle to inertia today, sleeping in till after 8. Then after breakfast, I curled up with a book in the sun room and lost myself in its pages. It was wonderful laying in the sun, wrapped in my quilt…..living other people’s lives, feeling their emotions and not having to deal with anything real. I didn’t even make dinner.
But you can handle only so much inertia before you start feeling not so great. I felt all the weariness of others’ guilt, anger and remorse. And they’re not even real people but made up, fictitious. How stupid is that? But I knew there was a lesson for me in that book. And I had to get to the end of it. And so I sped ahead to the last chapters. Then backtracked to the middle to complete the story.
You see, I have no patience, even in my fatigue. I cannot do one thing at a time, in order, no more than I can read one page at a time in the order they were put together. I suppose it is not that huge a revelation. but it is some kind of awakening. I will have to slow down and learn to dot all my i’s and cross all my t’s. I might miss too many things along life’s road if I don’t.
I finally did manage to get myself up off the couch. It was a very painful process. And Sheba and I went for our walk. It was equally painful but the important thing was we still did it. Some days are just better than others.