Today is a slow day. DH is okay. His eye swelled which caused the extreme fuzziness. Not uncommon. The eye drops will help and he is now agreeing to let me put them in. I'm so relieved. And not feeling as guilty. (grinning).
However, I'm noticing a bit of a slow down for me. Takes a little longer each week to get things done. Cooking is still the hardest thing I have to do. I also have a pair of slippers, no heels, and I have to fight to keep them on. As cold as it is I would like to wear them, but it takes too much of an effort to keep them on my feet. So, I'm barefoot. Good thing I live in the south. But even here it's cold.
I'm still trying to remember to slow down. After raising four kids, working as a teacher, managing the house and doing all the sewing I did meant I worked at warp speed a lot of the time. I always have. Now I can't and it is frustrating. I really need to remember I don't have to go like that now. Hmmmmm Is this another part of the memory bit that seems to slip with age? Maybe I should develop a mantra! You don't need to rush, you don't need to rush, you don't ... Well, you get the idea.