Husband has scheduled another early trip to the beach tomorrow, and has extracted a promise from me: that I will approach a stranger* and ask them if I can touch their horse.
I woke up very early today, so got to work at the crack of nothing, did three solid hours, then went home, had a nap, ate celery, and then went back to work for another 2 hours 20 min!.
*happy noises*
This is an important stage in increasing my working hours, becaus it looks like 3 hours is my absolute limit sitting at a desk, no matter how creative the furniture.
This morning was not a success, for I was held unconscious for all of it. I hate this particular form of CFS, it feels like my head is being held underwater. However, I picked up enough in the early afternoon to give work a go. I've been hoping to try an afternoon session at work, as a second chunk after a few hours in the morning, so today I achieved half of that. I hit one goal post at least.
Very stiff and sore today, and largely unconscious, but Husband dutifully hung around the house on his day off to keep me company. He did laundry, wrote jazz trio arrangements and fell asleep watching more silent WWI flying movies. It was great. Did get out in the late afternoon to watch the stormy ocean for a bit, just to the local Sorrento today, and it was quite easy to get a parking spot overlooking the beach. Hillaries had 822 parking spaces free (I counted), but that still meant quite a few vehicles around. Must have been mostly staff, for it was icky.
Late this afternoon in an effort to stop me whining act of love, Husband took us for a drive along the coast down to Scarborough to watch the wind-tossed waves from the luxurious comfort of the Elantra. The dog beach has probably been washed away, and who goes to the beach to get wet? That's crazy talk.
Have continued to satisfy one of my new year's requests to the universe by tracking yet more beach sand into the house and car, even without the assistance of a dog, child or teenager.