Over at Bear Blog, I ran into Connie offering up a breakdown of what they’d do if they had no job, and I have to say that the agenda looks hellaciously exhausting. Was I ever capable of doing so much in a single day? I’ve no job and I can’t do half that.

Several weeks ago, I outlined my typical day, which generally encompasses the extent of my physical and psychological resources. Today’s earlier misadventures required getting up and moving maybe all of an hour sooner than usual, yet come late afternoon I had to got take a ninety-minute nap. To be fair, that could have been anxiety response hangover?

My world hasn’t yet shrunk as I feared in that post last month, and I did manage to get in a couple of hours at the zoo this week, and might be pushing against sense and reason to try again this weekend for the polar bear birthdays, but even if I pull it off it will mean serious downtime afterward.

I’m not begrudging anyone their full days. It’s just that I’m still getting used to this idea that if I respect my limits, other people’s lives seem like they’re being lived on another planet.