I was quite unnerved a few minutes ago when I checked my "to do" list and found that I'd done everything but one item on it. I've remembered that I haven't written up the notes from two more meetings, however, so that's quite reassuring. It is, however, quite possible that I will do all those three items this evening, and that will only leave me the things that have cropped up today - one of them I must do today or tomorrow as it's writing a letter of condolence - and that I will be up to date with all office and non-domestic (which includes gardening) stuff before Easter.
No, that is unnerving. I'm not quite comfortable with not having a deadline on my mind. Not that I *need* the deadline, but that I'm a bit concerned that I've forgotten something, and that if I've forgotten it this comprehensively that must mean I've shut it out of my mind because I don't want to do it, and it's suddenly going to loom up horrifyingly.
Oh wait, I have got to write up the PCC annual report, which is not due for three weeks but which I do tend to leave until the week of the meeting - that's all right, I've got that reassuring low-level anxiety to tide me over for a while longer. Unless I just Get On And Do It, of course.
No, I don't know, I might or might not. I'll keep you posted.
Anyway, I got on and did everything last night, or I thought I did - I remembered one more email after I was in bed, so asked the Sage to remind me for the morning, which he did three times before breakfast - I nearly got a bit snarky about it. Then this afternoon I wrote up the lengthy minutes of last week's meeting and have emailed it off to the chairman, so it's now her problem to find time to check.
Ooh, there's something splendid in the hip way. I found the courage for a highish kick and can get my foot up to the kitchen counter again. That's excellent, but I could do that right up until Christmas, when I wasn't quite able to any more, but what I haven't been able to do for at least three years is get the other leg that high. The other hip is okay, but it's the flexion that wasn't - well, now I can. I'm so pleased. Now I'll work on turning on the light with either foot. I've actually now got a better recovery even than I hoped for. I'm not quite there yet - after cycling, my left leg tends to give way at the top, but that's just a matter of building up strength and will happen in the next couple of weeks and really isn't important. Doing something I didn't think I ever would be able to again is wonderfully happy-making (I'm sure there's a word for it, probably on the lines of felicitous [felicitacious?], but happy is too good a word not to use whenever it's applicable).
I worried Wink into phoning to check I'm all right. Sorry, Wink. No one else took me seriously - bear in mind that, if I were really in a state, I'd have rung you to lay the burden on your shoulders already. Not that the rest of the shit has gone away, but it's not as if I could have done anything about it anyway - and, as predicted, it didn't keep me awake last night. Actually, I think I had the best night's sleep since early November.