A toast. Or two..

 
My life has been a bit uneventful of late.  The weather has been hot and muggy so I have been hiding inside apart from doctor's appointments.  I also have a dreadful cough which I think has turned into a bit of a chest infection.  I am on industrial strength, really big antibiotics, along with all my other myriad of tablets but I'm still waiting for the effects to kick in so I can walk from the bedroom to the kitchen without feeling puffed. 


 
I talk to MR on the phone and he asks about my day and I can sum it up in a sentence.  I slept, coughed, read/watched tv.  On a good day it might extend to add a load of washing or a bucket of weeding in the evening.  I have nothing of excitement to blog about.  Blogging provokes thoughts and then come unpleasant thoughts wafting around in my head if I sit too long so I ignore them in a book or a movie.  Good Things are on hold because that would involve leaving the house.  There are only so many Good Things one can do for theirselves or their cat without feeling that the world may just be losing interest.  Of course, I am still doing Good Things for myself and my cat.  Namely sleeping lots (me) and suppling prawns (when I make it to the shops) and lots of cuddles and pats (cat).  I just don't feel that blogging about the same Good Things everyday is a Good Thing for you.  Am I doing a Good Thing by not blogging about boring repetitive Good Things? 

Toast seems to be a popular meal lately.  Lunch is unheard of seeing as I am busy eating breakfast at  that time.  Toast, of course.  Yesterday I was quite proud of myself because I managed two loads of washing, changing the sheets and sorting my fabric stash into the drawers of the tall boy now residing in my craft room.  I do have to admit, these accomplishments were were not single handed.  My sister came over to help out for a few hours.  Although, when she left I then did two buckets of weeding and cooked a proper dinner of chops, mashed potato and veggies.  My goodness, the motivation! 

Unfortunately today motivation and energy have left me.  Maybe I overextended myself yesterday?  It still seems ridiculous that doing so little can be overextending.  Thank goodness I don't have to go back to work this term.  It's 10.40pm and I am yet to have dinner.  It is looking like it will be toast.