Big days can be tiring. Been running around for others today... nearly 18,000 steps later, home, nothing I wanted to achieve, achieved -- but there is tomorrow, fingers crossed. Did get to buy two new pair of jeans though, which I seriously needed. I was sitting down the other night when Nicolette looked at my crutch, told me to look down, and low and behold, air conditioning in my jeans. They're in the bin now. I tend to wear one pair for the winter months / cold months, which here in Melbourne is usually around 8 months of the year will be jeans day, the rest shorts. So that is off the list. Just everything else I wanted to get done, not done. Argh!
PTSD annoys the piss out of me, in that just doing not much other than running around for little tasks all day, at the end of the day my anger is rumbling below the surface telling me to now, chill the f*ck out, rest, recuperate, take on the growing list tomorrow.
Oh well... shit happens. But I got my jeans -- that was a by-product of being in the same area of the city, so my head said "f*ck it" and "just do it now" and so I did. :D:singing: