My body, about 7 pm last night, had enough and I have declared today putz around with no need to accomplish anything day. I did manage to drive my car (Yay) and get Uncle John his groceries, but that little spate of activity wore me out. John's new meds have made him more confused, and me, being me, can't give up. We have an appointment with the neurologist next week.
The kayak is resting comfortably on my spare bed-LOL. I wanted it in the house so I could at least look at it.
And YES, I can walk much better with the walking boot, and YES, YES, the surgeon didn't have to fuse my ankle-but I had completely forgotten how long the recovery process really is, and how tough it can be. And sometimes you just get tired of being brave and noble and perky. Even God took a day off now and then.
I've been thinking about plans I've seen for bunkbeds in Scotties, and thinking that that might be a good way of getting some more shelf space for gear like a lawn chair, a fan. Basically, a shelf would be a bunkbed without the mattress, and I even like the idea of a cargo net for doors.