I planned to do too much this morning.
On an ordinary day, with ordinary traffic, perhaps I could have managed it. I wanted to drop by the church to pick up a check, go to the funeral home to drop off a letter, and then go to an office supply store to get supplies for scrapbooks. All in an hour and a half. I should have known better.
Nothing has been ordinary since March 17th.
We had to skip the stop at the funeral home. By the time we waited all the way through the cycle of a long traffic light, then waited in a four-car line at MacDonalds for lunch, Mom & I were ready to scream.
I've got to remember. Everything takes longer than I expect it will. Everything takes more energy than it used to. Plan to do less.
It's the first weekend we'll be alone. I am frightened. We usually spent Saturday afternoon and evening with Jolene. Those hours loom in front of me, scaring me, daring me to fill them with something. Anything. Tomorrow night I'll have to tell you how it went.