Every once in a while I get a day like today. A day in which CFS only hovers around the edge of my consciousness. A day in which I was able to:
Write reasonably thoughtful answers to a number of e-mails.
Put in several hours of reasonably satisfying clay sculpting.
Walk the dogs in the cold sunshine.
Go to yoga class.
Have a long telephone conversation with my sister about our mother.
Sit by the fire and read the New Yorker (eat bananas while you can–the one export variety in existence is now endangered).
Write this little post.
I realize that tomorrow may be a completely different story, so I\’m not attaching to my present state. I\’m just relishing it, and putting off going to bed.