I guess at some point life becomes routinary, and rather dull. This is especially true if you have lots of time in your hands but you don’t have lots of things to do. Or rather, you have but you just don’t have the energy to do them or the right mood to set things in motion.
With no work to keep me occupied, the past weeks were quite ordinary and almost lifeless to me. As much as I want to go out, I still can’t because of my condition. Recovering from a surgery has its downsides, too many to mention if I may add. I’m literally and figuratively confined in the four corners of the house.
Going out for me these days only mean little walks outside the house, sitting outdoors and talking/playing with our dog, getting my trash into the plastic bins that those garbage boys collect in the morning, watching the hubby clean the car and the cycle repeats itself the next day.
Well, at least I feel better each day, physically speaking. My wound is healing fast and I’m gradually regaining my strength and stamina. I can’t wait to go back to my old, normal self wherein my movements are not limited and I can do anything I want to do. Haaay, patience Edel, patience. 🙂