Why is it that some days we have a surfeit of energy and some days we are totally lacking in energy? I wish I knew. It doesn't seem in any way connected to what I have eaten or how much sleep I have had. Some days I almost have to drag myself around and am pleased to sit down and have a read; some days I want to be 'on the go' all day. Today was just such a day.
Replanting pots by the back door with winter primroses, cleaning out the desk and replenishing the post card and envelope compartments, cleaning a few inside windows, cooking a lunch, taking Tess for a walk, going into town to the bank - and now, at almost tea time, sitting down to type this.
Would that I could be like this every day. A friend has just called and when I told her she replied that I would probably be absolutely 'washed out' tomorrow - well we shall see.
Speaking of energy - I needed all mine to open two packs of envelopes bought from the newagent in town. A gold strip to pull, which pulled off one cellophane end, then the other end of cellophane to pull off, then an inner card with the word 'envelopes' on it (I could see that from the transparent wrapping). I had just emptied the waste paper basket - the wrappings, together with four unsolicited 'fashion' brochures advertising clothes I would never buy which came through the post this morning = and the bin is full again. How many trees are wasted each year to rubbish mail I wonder. End of moan for today - don't want to waste any more energy!