This whole past month has been pushing the limits for me. Neither Garry nor I feel well, so doing anything has been difficult. My wrist has been very sore and I’ve felt oddly weak and exhausted.
Just getting through the week has been hard. Even this little bit or more writing is pushing a limit. I’m not wearing my brace because I can’t type with it on … and when I try, it takes forever to get even a little bit done. But I can feel little shafts of pain in my hands and I know I have to stop now.
I think at a certain point in life — different for each of us — what the limit is, changes.
Today, I am NOT going to watch the news. Okay, maybe a little. The news really is my absolute limit.