I had a good day on Saturday. I got up quite soon after waking, enjoyed a tasty breakfast, attended to my ablutions and left the house well before 10:00 am. It’s rare for me to be able to do all of that in such a short space of time, nowadays.
The reason for the early start was that I was attending a workshop from 10:30 to 15:30 and I didn’t want to miss a single minute of it. I have to admit to a slight feeling of trepidation just prior to leaving home. Would I be assailed by fatigue during the day? If that happened, how would I manage to get home? How would I explain it to the others at the workshop?
I needn’t have worried: I sailed through the whole workshop without even the slightest fatigue or tiredness. That was an amazing feeling, I can tell you! As I revealed in this diary recently, fatigue, or the fear of fatigue, has led me to be reluctant to do the things I would normally do. Saturday’s workshop has shown me that perhaps I don’t need to be quite so worried. I shall try to keep that in mind when I am thinking of making plans.
Sunday was a different matter. I had a leisurely start to the day but by around 08:30 I was already falling asleep in the chair. In fact, I slept for more than three hours and it took me quite a while to “come to” once I had wakened.
The energy I had yesterday, and the corresponding lack today, reinforce in my mind that adrenaline can help to keep me going, although I do pay for it after the event. This is, by no means, always the case but sometimes it appears to be so. If that really is true, I wonder if it might be possible to exert some control over the timing of the bouts of fatigue? I’d like to think so.