Sunday. I have had three days off, and its time to test the waters and see how I do. Church is the perfect project. Short time frame, not physically demanding, and I can sit a lot. Yes, I will go.
I arrive a bit early to touch base with our wonderful accompanist who worked up the anthem with the choir in my absence on Thursday evening. She shows me how she had them practice, where they are breaking, tempi. Makes perfect sense. We run through with the choir, and then into service. Its a bit hectic for the choir since we didn't really have enough time to work out the service music, but they are troupers and did an excellent job.
I asked one of the choir members to take me home right afterwards since Kiel took the car to get to his own service and I am not up to sitting about waiting for him to get done like I usually do - what with chime choir and music selection tasks etc. I am happy to sit during service, it is good to be back. I am not wobbly or shaky, but definitely ready to go home after a couple of hours of being out and about.
I have forgotten my keys! I walked out without my purse since I thought I would be with Kiel and wouldn't need my stuff. Sigh. A trip to the office, and a kind response from the weekend person. She lets me in, and I sink gratefully into the blue recliner. Today I still have energy left. That's good. I puddle about the house, cleaning up, doing dishes, waiting for the boys to return. Still spend the afternoon resting, but its a good start on returning to normal, if there can be such a thing.
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