Normal, sensible people probably know their limits.
Normal, sensible people, when they are unwell, probably rest.
I have never claimed to be a normal sensible person.
So what have I done in the week since I posted last? Actually the fact that I went more than 2 days without posting is probably a clue of some sort...
- Knitted a scarf and another almost finished something which I will unveil later this week
- participated in eleven and a half hours of dance classes
- taught my twice a month quilt class here
- had another session over at Maryborough for the VicHealth Arts project I'm not allowed to tell you about yet.
- hiked next door to feed PND's goats and dogs each day for a week and a bit.
- joined David up to the local gym
- chopped wood
- read The Shop on Blossom Street and A Good Yarn by Debbie Macomber. [ Okay I guess. Wouldn't bother buying them or rereading them - and that, for me, is saying something. If I'd read A Good Yarn first I probably wouldn't have bothered with the other one. Fluffy, predictable. Underwritten. Unrealistic characterisations but pleasant enough no-brain reads ... they're set in a yarn shop which is the only reason I picked 'em up in the first place but it's a little too " Hey, I'm writing a novel about knitters!" ]
- helped a very stressed friend move house in a hurry
- made samples and wrote up project notes for a magazine article ... more about that later ]
- fallen asleep on the couch several times [ I wonder why ]
Housework : bugger all
If I stopped dancing, I'd probably hurt less, be less tired and bounce back more quickly, but if I can't dance, I'm not a very happy [ or pleasant ] girl, so I choose to dance. Last time I had to stop dancing for 2 years while my knee rebuilt itself, I compensated by going to the gym every single day. Yes I'm obsessive. I know it. Was this really a surprise to any of you???