The next ten days…

I've just packed hubby off on his trip to Tasmania. For the next few days, he's in Launceston playing in the men's open, then he goes down to Hobart to lead NSW in defending the Interstate Cup.

Usually, these times when he's gone are quite relaxing for me. Chores are easier, I can go all selfish and have my time schedule and do what I want to do when I want to do it (not that he's THAT demanding but the total freedom is nice). This time, however – not so relaxing, at least not until next Friday.

There's a number of things that need to be done. His car rego is due (although I'm all on top of that). More annoyingly, rental inspection is on Thursday. I was planning to spend this time doing a leisurely scrub of the house, top to bottom – a room a day. Now, I have to fast-track that. And I can't ignore the outdoors either and need to particularly fix up the back-yard.

Then there's the fact that I'm behind on the writing, and I've got some social obligations this weekend.

Most times, this wouldn't be an issue. When I put my mind to it, I can work at quite a level for quite a period of time. BUT for some reason, I'm really struggling with the fatigue at the moment. Honestly, I don't know how you folks with chronic illness do this every day, year after year. I suspect it might be the pill, but I need to get the iron and thyroid tests the doctor wanted done first before I go see her about that.

AND my back's starting to make it very clear that it's time for a massage. I've put it off for long enough.

I think about everything I have to do, and how tired I am, and I just want to cry. But I don't have the time for that.

Ah, the joys of being a woman, right? [image error]