>I woke up this morning feeling almost normal. I have a bit of energy. I can’t remember the last time I had a bit of energy, or when I felt this good.

Taking it slow, because I don’t want to ruin it, but the delightful bonus of having days, weeks, or months of feeling really, really awful is that when you finally feel relatively good you have all the clutter and mess to clear up. All your lovely energy goes just to catch up, and sometimes you lose the energy before getting even part way done.

I have a homemaker, but she’s only here two hours a week, and in that time she has to do laundry, shopping, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, errands. There’s no time for extras, even though she’s willing if there was.

I think that’s the hardest thing about living alone. No one to take up the slack when you can’t. No one to bring you a nice cup of tea when you can barely move. It’s all you. There is a good side to living alone, which is you do not have to live up to anyone else’s expectations. You are not responsible for anyone else’s well-being. But no one is responsible for yours, either. It’s a trade-off, like most things in life.

But I am HAPPY to feel good. Happy to have some energy. It’s been a long time, people. A long time.