Is it telling when *getting* dressed exhausts me? And I'm not wearing anything special--leggings, socks, tshirt.
There's a silly part of me who keeps clamoring, "go to the pool today". I know better. If I push that hard, I will crash quite hard. Learning to listen to my body, rather than my mind, was a hard lesson. It took a long time.
I think that folks who are able to work, study, and play normally often take their abilities for granted. I envy them, but I don't find fault with them. They're quite lucky, just as I am lucky CFIDS and fibro don't keep me bed-bound, even if they sometimes keep me housebound.
I think I'll try to work my way to the kitchen. A cup of tea would be lovely. I managed to make myself a taco salad for lunch today, so at least I've eaten. That, too, is a great big smiley-face worthy step.
After tea, I'll see if my contact lenses will be cooperative. Then, maybe, I'll attempt to hang up all those clothes.