Had trouble rousing myself this morning, woke up once and fell asleep again, was still feeling tired when I got up. Decided to have a lazy day. Remember those? They were what happened sometimes when we didn't feel like we had to be productive every minute of every day. The weather had cooled a lot here today so I didn't feel obliged to go out and work in the garden again. It's a fine line between enjoying gardening and overdoing it. So, aided by large quantities of tea I read my book and eventually got round to emptying the dishwasher and hanging out the washing, tidying, the endless bits of cleaning etc.
Went for my walk thinking that there would be less people around as it was lunch time. There weren't all that many but the ones who were out were the ever circling and changing direction dog walkers and cyclists who I had to get out of the way of on the path through the woods. Really getting fed up with the part time exercisers who normal inhabit their sofas on Sundays. Just because you're allowed out doesn't mean you have to. I shouldn't discourage it but it's like January when you can't get booked in for exercise classes because all the people who have decided to get fit have taken the places, they last a couple of weeks then give up. This time I gave up and came home, although I had managed to put some time in.
Fancied something different for lunch so opened a tin of soup that I'd bought a while ago from a discount store, unknown brand. It was butternut squash and sweet potato, surprisingly good and I used the crust from the sliced loaf that in normal times often ends up in the bin. Not now, or in the future.
Logged into Rootschat, then actually did some real family history research. Faffed about on the computer, did some ironing, don't know where the day went but suddenly it was teatime. Couldn't be bothered messing about so took a portion of Spag Bol out of the freezer, had it with wholewheat pasta.
Hoping I don't feel so washed out tomorrow, I should go to bed early but somehow it never happens. I get crabby when I'm tired, can you tell?