You have to sort of say that title to the tune of Frank Sinatra's "It was a very good year...". Anyway, it was. I woke up well, folded some clothes, did some laundry, talked to a couple of friends on the phone, then after a very long nap, helped to take down the Christmas tree. And, sort of kind of threw some dinner together for the fam.
I'm so appreciative of these good days when they occur. I'm trying to put a pattern to them, but so far I cannot. I thought, perhaps it's sleeping better at night that does it...but, that can't be true because last night I barely slept. I thought it was the time between my morning dose of Synthroid and when I eat. But, I've waited both 30 minutes, and 60 minutes. No difference. And, the only other medication I'm taking when I do eat, is/was my antibiotic, and sometimes Tylenol.
I'm thinking it might be mental. Just having someone else around in the mornings sort of gets me going. The simple and basic need of human interaction. I mean, after all...I'm used to being at work by 6:30am and not only interacting with people, but taking care of them. It's times like these, when I know that staying home is what I'm required to do at present, that I don't think I'll do well whenever I do retire. 'Purpose' is a basic need for my psyche. I just need to convince my mind that rest does not equal no purpose.