Not my bestest of weeks. I was supposed to have called in my prescription but I didn't. So instead of taking the meds I had left I didn't. And then even when I got them I didn't.
I have also missed some important emails from family. Sorry, family.
This was the last week of school. I did not teach Monday or Wednesday. So I did gardenlike stuff. I dug more terraces into my hill. I planted more things in the front garden.
I need to walk the perimeter every morning and every evening to see what is growing and what isn't growing. If I miss the morning, at least I have to hit around noon. And I must plant more things.
I don't feel like not having taken my meds this week has had a negative anything on me... I don't feel any different bad than I did a week ago.
But then again I can't say I have been terribly functional in a moderated kind of way. Instead it has been all gardening all the time while the sun shines and then all reading all the time when it is dark.
Lately I have taken to reading books about gardens in addition to my escapist fiction.
spent time outside
gardened the heck out of the front yard
eventually did renew my prescription (but failed to pick it up)
saw a friend
Quaker, teacher, parent,