Reminds me of that Beatles song:
‘I’m so tired
I haven’t slept a wink
I’m so tired
My mind is on the brink:
I wonder should I get up
And fix myself a drink?…’
… except I’m sleeping better here than I have for many a long year. Even so, I’m finding I have very little energy, either mental or physical. I’m doing the necessities each day, so long as I can have lots of little sit-downs :zz:
Since we retired and moved here, life has been hectic, very full, non-stop. We’ve been furnishing and unpacking into a flat which is lovely but it has been a huge challenge at every stage – and we have moved about 35 times in our 40 years of marriage so we have had just a little bit of experience 😉
At the same time there has been the treatment of the melanoma on my thumb and the two-month wait to find out whether it was an invasive sort, in which case I would need a partial amputation of the thumb, or whether it was in situ. It was a great relief to learn that it was non-invasive and no further treatment is needed. I certainly wasn’t sitting around worrying – no chance – but it was at the back of my mind all the time, if you know what I mean.
In between this, the family have nearly all been to visit, which has been brilliant: but little people set the pace at these times, and it is a much faster pace than ours 8| Sometimes Hub and I look at each other and say ‘for heavens’ sake, how did we manage with 4 children????’ The answer, of course, is that we were younger …
So I suspect the thumb tiredness and the moving and settling into a flat tiredness and the visitor tiredness and just the chance AT LAST to ‘let go’ have all combined into one big tiredness.
Excuse me. After all that, I need a rest … )-o