I hit a personal best for me this week; three good days in a row. From Sunday through Tuesday, I felt pretty good, with energy and zest for life. I decided to get started cleaning up old junk that was taking up space in my apartment. Good that the dumpster is just across the drive; very close for me to navigate to. I was cleaning in the kitchen as well, realizing that my white cabinets really were white, under the dirt and grease that has accumulated on them in the past 9 months.

Wednesday, I hit the wall. A real down day. I could tell I had overdone it. I was so sore and tired, but too sore to sleep. Ever been there? I so wanted to check out the inside of my eyelids, but my body wouldn't let me. My friend Phil came over Wednesday too, so I knew I needed to be awake while he was here, I think? :big_grin:

Phil is a man with a servants heart. He has been off work for 2 weeks now due to a sprained knee, and here he was yesterday, cleaning up my small yard, pulling weeds, mowing grass and ridding my patio of junk I had out there. I am so grateful for this man. I called him this morning, just to make sure his knee was fine, and that his work here yesterday didn't do him any harm. He assured me that he was fine and no worse for wear.

As for today, it is an acceptable day. I am not so sore that I can't rest, but still have some reminders of earlier in the week; leftovers if you will, just not the appetizing kind.

And now, with the mention of food, I realize I'm hungry. Off to the kitchen I go!