befogged

Energy! I have energy! Lots of it!*

I’ve walked, weeded, knitted, sewn, dug, visited, read several books, cleared, explored, dug some more, planted, and the only reason I’ve temporarily stopped doing stuff to the garden for the moment is because there is no more room in the garden waste bin so efficiently supplied by the council on Saturday morning, after I’d requested it on Thursday afternoon. And I’m still wide awake every evening instead of being drained.

It’s faintly surprising how much energy, both physical and mental, there seems to be to go around when you’re not spending 37.5hrs per week mostly sitting down and battling through the inevitable politics and bureaucracy of the working world to either make other people money or try to save it for them. Now that they’ve had a bit of a break from both normal working life and the rather more draining weirdness that is an office full of people facing either redundancy or relocation, it’s like both brain and body have woken up again. Particularly my shoulders after all that digging, as it happens. Ow.

Too early in life with my current set of circumstances to make this a feasible permanent state of affairs without an extremely eccentric wealthy elderly person taking a shine to me, but something to work towards overall, perhaps…

* I am going to try and prevent these unexpected reserves inducing excessive exclamation mark use, however, or I shall start to remind myself of a former boss. And that would be scary.