I am completely out of energy.
All the work we have been doing connected with the window installation and the moving of furniture and the stuff has finally stopped us in our tracks.
I still believe that I am able to do all the same stuff I could do when I was younger. But when I try and push it too far, my body finally rebels and refuses to cooperate anymore.
Last night, when my knee locked up, I think it was a clue that I should stop. But did I take heed? No. This morning when it unlocked, we were back at it rearranging the furniture and moving heavy house plants.
We had to carry a lot of stuff we were getting rid of down two flights of stairs. Then, the snow had to be removed from the car before we could go to work. Next, I had a bunch of jewelry to make to fulfill the Etsy orders.
When the work day was over we were also just about over.
Came home. Fixed and ate dinner and collapsed into my chair. Finally, I forced myself to get up so I could sort out some stuff on the computer and write something here. That’s when I just came to a crashing halt, mentally and physically.
By the time you reach 64 you should know when to quit. And this is it.