Hunky Dory.

I'm sitting here, enjoying a mid afternoon snack of chocolate and nuts, just went through my email, messily and selfishly, called to get my prescriptions, checked out what I needed to check and prepare with my job search notebook and made some plans for tomorrow.  The sun is shining outside, met the mailman at the mailbox, had some intriguing dreams and woke and got up in the AM.

Everything is wonderful.  But I suddenly realize that I have nothing to do.  There are those work-a-holics who say they never had nothing to do, please take some of my workload.  And there are some of those people who rest all the time in the spaces of having nothing to do.  That used to be me.  If I didn't have anything to do, I didn't realize it, I simply had no extra energy to do anything else.  I would lie on my bed or on the couch in the living room, staring at nothing and thinking for hours.  What has changed?  I don't believe in resting anymore?  Partially.  I have this extra energy and it's good for another 4-5 hours and I can make up things to do...

For example, writing.   Blogging, as, I'm doing here.  Emailing and texting people.  Social media.  Getting those old clothes matched to a repurpose project.

However, I want to do something for someone else.  Something that would make someone else happy.   I already cleaned the house somewhat, at least the floors, (and that's for my mom and I) but I'm at a loss for to what to apply this energy.  It seems strange to have extra energy.  Maybe it's dim, failing energy that would be better applied to a think and a rest, I don't know but is being falsely being sold to me as good energy.  Weird chickens.

I hope ya'll are doing well, Leave me questions in the comments, and I'll definitely answer them.