Sometimes physical work until one cannot do any more is just the thing.
Last night at work I dug deep and did what I thought was impossible, because Good Boss said that if I got EVERYTHING done, I didn't have to come in today. I am talking clearing a ballroomfull of furniture, and a second smaller room, SINGLEHANDEDLY, after serving two groups of people two separate meals in same and cleaning everything that involved off of said furniture. Considering that at one point I was bedbound for the better part of two years that boggles my mind; I may feel rather put-upon what with all of the current coughing and wheezing, and I may have sounded awful doing it, but I was ABLE to do all of that, lump-foot and all.
Today I slept in (until almost ten!) then worked outside. I weeded and dug and hoed. I transplanted perennial herbs from pots (parsley and thyme) into my herb bed, and from the herb bed (catnip and oregano) into pots to give as gifts. I tended the lemon balm and rosemary just taking off in the ground. I transplanted lots more strawberries and pulled dandelions for the hens and bunnies.
When it was too hot to work outside, during the heat of the day, I came inside and cleaned up a little and found a CVS gift card I'd lost ages ago, and was able to use that to fill the Symbicort and start using that again (hopefully my lungs will get their act together before another round of antibiotics and steroid taper come into play, or the Symbicort will at least slow their rate of decline, because I can't afford that until Friday at the earliest).
I then butchered two rabbits and broke them down into filets and "bunnybacon" to freeze and grind when there's enough for chili, rear leg chops (those went into the soup pot still on the bone with grassfed oxtails from less than twenty miles away that I've had in the freezer for a while, and simmered with salt, pepper, oregano, thyme, rosemary, carrot peel, green onions, and onion peel until the broth had good color then the pot went into the fridge--tomorrow I'll skim, strain, pick, chop, and add veggies to the broth, including a ridiculously gorgeous leek from the front yard, and we'll have Brunswick Stew), and front and rear stripped backs for Isis's BARF-diet meals (half a stripped rabbit is meat enough to make a meal for her; add some chopped veg and a spoon of coconut oil or a couple of egg yolks and she's a happy girl).
Then I cut Hotter's hair and beard, which had gotten ridiculous, and then the MFA Children came home tired and smelling of chlorine from the pool at the XY's hotel* and we put them to bed and I took a long, hot shower.
Tonight, despite my worries, I will snuggle up to my husband and our rotten dog and sleep well for the second night in a row out of sheer exhaustion born of productivity, and that feels really nice.
* The XY's house burned to the ground Thursday night, apparently. He was at CATHERINE's place at the time, and the boys were home with Hotter and me, thank the odds, so nobody died, and fortunately no pets were housed there either. I am uncharitable enough to suspect that this is just a wee bit too fortunate for the XY, actually (Hotter introduced me to the term "Jewish lightning," which is derogatory and I don't much care for it, but...that), but it may be that I am just a huge bitch and this was an accident...the excellent homeowners' insurance is, at any rate, putting the XY up in an extended-stay hotel where he only goes with the boys that has an indoor pool and free hot breakfast every day, and the kids are sad about the house (particularly their video game memory cards) but enjoying the novelty of the hotel.