Day Two on the Couch -- Keeping Busy

Last night after sending Anna and Gordon off to use our theater tickets at 1st Stage, I took a big nap on the couch.  Maybe this was not the best idea because when I woke up at about 10:00 I had too much energy.  I told Jon I wanted him to think about how much gravel we really need to order to get the greenhouse floor done, and he is still doing pretty much what I ask, so he sat down and thought through the cubic yards and the weight and the cost of hauling and he came up with an answer.  Then when we went to bed I couldn't get my brain to stop working. It started to make lists of all the stuff we need to get started on in Loudoun, and who was going to do it, and how.  And I wanted to get up and start the farm blog right then but it was the middle of the night.  So I tried to settle down and stop keeping Jon awake, while still making lists.  It was not the best night, and I need to learn not to get my brain going right before bed.  But we slept late and made up for my madness.

Anna has been a little appalled at the state of my hair so she actually came over and brushed it and blew it dry. But I just put my head back down on the pillow and messed it all up so she will have to come back tomorrow and do it all again. She is taking the place of my daughters who often say as I leave the house, "Mom, are you really going out like that?"  And I say, "like what?" How can I tell what the back of my head looks like?

I started the day a little more nauseous than normal (I am never nauseous) so I have been horizontal most of the day, with little breaks to get up and hug the nice people who are dropping by.  This is good therapy because I need to get off the couch now and then.  I have had enough visitors today, except I want to see Stephen because I want to make sure that he knows what I am obsessing about lately: cleaning up the irrigation, cleaning up the reemay, finishing the greenhouse.  None of these are my tasks, and it is not that I need to do anything, I just need to make sure that other people are also fretting about these things.

My appetite is still no good, which feels weird. But we are all set on the bowel functions, so take that off your list, everybody.  Jon is doing a great job of managing the pill schedule: I have to take 15 pills a day, but lots of those are several times a day.  He has a spreadsheet that changes each day.  He is the man.

Yesterday I felt jealous of the people who were in the greenhouse, seeding the early stuff.  It's not even that I would ordinarily be doing that, but the fact that I can't do it makes me feel left out. Carrie kindly sends me updates as they finish, and today Ciara sent a beautiful photo of the CSA room out in Loudoun.  The world goes on, smoothly, as I lie here eating bon bons and antibiotics.

But I have the most glorious stack of books ever, and the CD player that we borrowed from Rhonda is poised with the Michelle Obama book that Betsy brought over.  There is nothing more I need, except the patience to lie here without fussing. I bet I get better at this with practice.