Work and recovery…

That pretty much defines my Tuesday. One and a half hours spent mowing the front yard, then the rest of the day spent recovering from that. No kidding.

It’s hard for me to believe that so much fatigue and exhaustion could come from such a simple chore. The first 45 minutes after I came back into the house found me more worn out than I think I’ve ever been. Ever. Even now, well into the evening and time to start my nightly prayers, my energy levels are so far below where they ought to be.

Sylvia scolded me when she returned home from work midday. She reminded me that she told me NOT to mow the lawn this morning. And she reminded me that my yesterday was very full of extra things and kept me up past my bedtime.

But the lawn REALLY needed mowing, and now it looks nice.

I think I’ll take her advice and plan on doing nothing tomorrow but resting. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.