1st post on this blog and I have already run out of things to say. It took all my brain power just to set up this blog.

I am having a lay in bed kind of day. I have a cold and it seems to take all my remaining energy from me. I am catching up on all those recorded T.V. shows that I have not been able to watch.

I have been told that I am an A type personality. I like things just so. I used to be obsessive about having my house clean and dust free and as I lay here looking at my dust ball driven house I wonder what the heck does a little dust matter. I say this when I am at my worst, but when I feel good I am a dusting queen. Somewhere along the way I will learn that not everything revolves around dusting.

My husband, lets call him Jake, he thinks I do too much when I feel well. He blames my cycles of feeling "sick" on overdoing the cleaning thing. What he fails to understand is that when I am doing my cleaning thing, it actually makes me happy. It means I am mobile and functioning within reason. I do agree that maybe I overdo it just a "tad", have yet to listen to my body, but never the less when I crank that music and do my "thing" I feel like I am alive.