I had forgotten that I’d admonished my husband into taking some time off tonight, so he surprised me when he reminded me he was going out. It was good though; even if I only shifted three feet from my chair to the couch, it was a change of pace and position. And it encouraged me to do one of my ‘Come on already!‘ things off of my list — I curled up and crocheted while watching The Hobbit with my daughter. It was such a minor thing, but it felt good to know that it got my husband out of the house and on his own (which he needs as much as anyone but doesn’t take ’cause he’s too amazingly awesome trying to care for us). It was nice that it forced me away from my crack pipe (aka, my computers). I know it would do me good to get up and move away from them more often, but knowing and making happen on no resources… whelp, that’s why I consider it lucky when I manage. Doesn’t mean I necessarily give up and say that my computer crack is my have-all be-all, it just means that I know that doing anything is a crapshoot and I’m lucky if it doesn’t stress me out to a point where I cannot so easily keep my head above water.
But for tonight, at least, it worked out well.