This weekend I did some (very small) projects. I cleaned up my files and the bag with all the bags. Really. Small things.
But I haven't been able to do things since last year. The bare minimum to get through a day is almost too much. There's been a T-shirt on the counter across from the washer and dryer for weeks. Not folded. I just can't. Well. Actually, I folded it today.
There's been this achy tiredness that keeps me down. It feels like it's in my bones. It's not as bad as it has been.
My knees still hurt. Standing at the sink trying to clean things up I can feel the pain building. There's almost always something in the sink that I gave up on.
But. I am better. The shoulder is better. The wrist is better. the stomach is better. And. I was able to put away the shirts that were on the bed today. I'd be happier about it if I trusted it. I'm still cautious.