Balance

Charlie has been picked to play for his football team tomorrow, so it's a rare Friday night with just the two of us.

I got into a tizz with myself yesterday. I'm exhausted: work is in full spate, and that's just the nature of it. In two weeks time I'll probably be kicking my heels. And I haven't been able to run, because running inflames the hernia and then I'm in pain. If I don't run I feel lardy: the thyroid medication is working and everything is slowing down and feeling sluggish. Without cycling or running I'm not able to give myself permission to escape for ½ an hour, and then I get stressed. When I'm stressed I don't write as well and I don't sleep as well. And then I'm exhausted. And lardy. And round and round I go.

I'll be glad when it's all over.