Fatigue

On Friday, my therapist asked me what my plans were for Christmas.  I was dumbfounded.  Plans?  I'm supposed to be making plans?  Well I don't have any.  My big plan is to hide from myself as long as possible how quickly January 8 is looming on the calendar. 

Nonetheless, I'm festively attired and jingling still.  How can I sustain both?  Well, that's why people call me "complex."  It's just one more dichotomy amongst many others.   I haven't done any Christmas shopping.  I don't even have any plans to shop.  I haven't decorated my house.  I haven't participated in thinking about a menu.  I try not to hear Christmas songs, even though they're absolutely inescapable. 

I lose track of days and months.  Have we gotten through winter yet?  I actually had to think about that question over the weekend.  Let's see...I know it's not May.  Are we close to May, though?

I rode my stationary bike on Saturday and, instead of feeling a bit more energized, I just ended up feeling more exhausted than when I started.  That fatigue followed me all day yesterday and today I still seem to be at least partially brain dead.