I can't seem to get my energy back. Taking a shower feels like a workout. Then I have to rest. Wash dishes, rest. Cook a meal with a chair handy to take a rest in the midst of cooking. Laundry is okay because it has built in rest in between loads.
I feel like I am being lazy as I sit here and doze on and off. No matter what I eat of if I eat, I have indigestion. I will call my doctor tomorrow, but I am loathe to be in the hospital again. There are sick people there!
Layla's rug is almost done. It is handy to the kitchen (the table it sits upon) and when ever I stop there for a rest I will tie a row or two. Or cut some more strips of T-shirts. I tried changing the bed linens and ended up in a cold sweat and could not finish. HeWho is not domestic had to follow my instructions and do all the tucking and pillow casing.
The rain is depressing. Not to mention that the last time HeWho was out playing on the front end loader, he dumped a load of dirt from the field beyond our bill board in the corner of my back yard. I had asked him to get some dirt back there in a low spot that wants to hold water and is soggy for days after a good rain. In my mind's eye, I saw a nice level layer of this dirt. The grass will fill in quickly and I have some seed to spread as well.
Did I really think he would take the garden rake and spread the dirt? "Oh, you didn't tell me to do that." He was right, I didn't. I was thinking I would do it myself, but I am restricted to only pick up things 4 lbs. or less and I can't drive yet, so common sense tells me I shouldn't try to drag that dirt out.
The problem is that the Doxies seem to think this is a hill for them to conquer. They come in with wet muddy bellies and their toenails are clogged with mud. Before bedtime I sit here and try to get as much of the dirt out of the toenails as possible.
Doxies do not appreciate having their toes manipulated. Cujo will withstand it without complaint, but he does not like it. He seems to have sensed that I am not strong and has started pulling his foot away before I am done. Eddie absolutely hates this process and is quite vocal about it. He requires a strong hand and stern voice. I just don't seem to have it in me. HeWho will just say "he won't let me" and give up.
As a result, my bed has clumps of dog toe dirt in it. If you are wondering why I don't just put them in their bed on the floor ..... they will howl pitifully. They have always slept in the bed with us and they like to be under the covers, head and all. On my side of the bed.
And so, to add insult to injury, I lack the strength required to remove all the particles of that clumpy dirt from my bed.