Yesterday was magnificent! For the first time in many, many days I felt awake. My brain felt awake. I was, and am, alive! So, what did I do with such an amazing day? I played video games for about an hour and the rest of the time playing with the dogs!
It had been so long since I actually dedicated time to them their joy was infectious. We chased each other through the house – though I needed to be careful of the two smaller ones because they unfailingly zigged as I zagged, or bobbed when I weaved – and then I brought out The Joy Of Joys, otherwise known as a tennis ball, and threw it out the back door and through the house. Since I can’t really throw well, the ball is an adventure for me as well as them.
Tongues were hanging out of mouths, water was slurped out of bowls in rare moments of pause, or caught in-between ball throws – or attempts at such. We played for a good two hours straight, or until The Husband came home. When he came home things changed, because I wanted to give him some wakeful hours, too.
All day the dogs were good. No over-barking, even from Dot. No barking at people walking on the sidewalk, etc. Once The Husband was home, it changed, until I decided to take a nap and retrieved a blanket for my legs. I napped beside The Husband while he played a video game, and the dogs napped as well. Wicket even napped on my legs.
When Sniffles came home from work, they turned up the barking about twenty decibel and units per minute. However, the dogs were “skitter-y” in the fact they were ready to be chases again or the ball to be picked up or hugging and petting to begin again. They were on the look-out for play and affection like I’ve not seen for many a month now. It did my heart good, and let me sleep exceptionally peaceful last night, even though I slept in my wheelchair. I do believe we wore each other out yesterday, and it was most wonderful!
So, what does all of this mean for today?
Well, it means I am awake again, though, I must admit it was difficult to wake this morning because I was actually getting real sleep, healing sleep. Once I awoke, there was energy. Wonderful energy.
Today I’ve had occupational therapy and prepped the current short story in the collection for work, which I’ll begin in just a few. I wanted to sit outside and read for a while today before the sun became too hot for me, but I wasn’t able to do that earlier, still, it is on the to-do list for later on, when the shade comes over.
The Husband finally has a day off so he is resting in the living-room and all the dogs are nested and nestled around him for naps, leaving me free to write.
The current short-story is filling me with glee! I can’t wait to work on it each day I am able. Since it is a “short story” I expected it to be done several days ago, but, I’m learning, things change, and when they do, you roll with them and keep on going. I have always done the rolling, but the process of getting up and continuing used to be faster than what it is now. I believe I’ve come to an acceptable conclusion of: It’s OK if I don’t get up right away, as long as I manage to get up and keep moving forward mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically; and they don’t all have to be simultaneous. They just need to happen. And, since they are, I have nothing to truly worry about. Life, and stories, march on!