Tuckered out

I am. I've worked around the house all day and I don't care that it's not yet dark, but a shower and bed aren't too far away. I've pretty much been puttering around and gettin' my routine down. Hard to believe it's only been two months since I retired... but oh how great it is. Even when I'm bored - I'm still very grateful. I guess I thought that with the end of work would also come the end of the disabling anxiety. I was wrong. It's there just different but I'm working on it and that's the best I can do.

Tomorrow my project is a big one. I'm finally gonna figure out that giant rug shampoo thingy that I bought some time last year. The carpets have been patient but I think they've reached their limit. I just HATE having to sit down with something and pay attention and figure out directions. It's worse than eating liver or spinach. The trouble is that I also have NO CLUE about the workings of ANYTHING so I tend to put it off because I KNOW I have to read the stupid directions. And this is why I've had a carpet cleaner for a year that I haven't used yet.

So there.

Next week I have a hearing that's a big one and determines a large part of my future. Think good thoughts for me please.

And now I shall toddle off like an old lady to prepare for night before the sun goes down... and besides.. THIS old lady still has a hangover from yesterday. I don't get out much but when I do... I apparently can overdo!!