I feel like I slept all of yesterday. And to a certain extent, that’s the truth. Yesterday was a day of both actual sleep and that weird place right before or after where dreams and thoughts meet and compare notes…
I hardly remember shopping- but I know I walked the aisles of Dave’s. I know I chose honeycrisp apples and asparagus, sweet onions and cauliflower. Thinking of football games, I grabbed chicken tenders and honey mustard dipping sauce.
I barely remember chopping Sunday soup’s veggies-onions, celery and carrots in a matching dice; adding palm-measured herbs; stirring, tasting, waiting. I know it happened, the evidence is tasty.
I was completely yawn-y with heavy eyes and hazy thoughts, wrapped in an afghan, surrounded by pillows. I couldn’t crochet. I couldn’t follow the games or later, my Sunday dose of Dateline or Yellowstone.
I feel awake today. Fatigued but awake. I’m at the tail end of a crochet project & I think I need to rewatch Yellowstone. After I heat up some Sunday soup.
