The coffee I am drinking right now is not so very good, because it is the cheap kind and it sure does make the difference in taste and flavor. I have the better Douwe Egberts coffee that I got on sale on the shelf in the kitchen, but I have to finish this undrinkable coffee first. It is such a major disappointment to make a pot of it and it seems that it does not wake me up properly either. I sit here in a stupor for the longest time and wait for it to do its work. I think I am never going to buy it again, no matter how affordable it is, and always buy the Douwe Egberts coffee. But didn't I make this claim before?
I think I have recuperated from my amazing Saturday afternoon and have almost both my feet back on the ground, although one of them may be there only by tiptoe. I do have to be a sensible woman again now that the week is starting with its usual responsibilities. I can't be on cloud nine for the rest of it.
One thing I will do this week, is buy a plant for my computer table and I will get one that can take low light and a watering once a week. I will go to the flower shop that's close to me and that has a good selection of plants at a reasonable price. I have one in mind, but it is possible that I will end up with something totally different depending on the recommendation I get there. The most important thing is, that I don't let myself get intimidated by the responsibility of taking care of it and keep it alive.
I haven't even glanced at my agenda yet to see what I am supposed to do this week beside the usual appointments and I am not yet quite in the mood to do this. I have the rest of the morning to do so. I don't think that the week is going to be all that busy, even though I would like for it to be. I don't want it to be just a dull roar and I will have to provide my own excitement. That is within a certain amount of reason, of course.
I forgot to take my fibromyalgia medicines last night, but I am not in too bad a shape. I feel a bit stiff and sore, but it is nothing that I can't live with. I get the idea that some people let their fibromyalgia take over their whole lives and make it their lifestyle and major hobby as if nothing else counts anymore. I am not planning on doing that. It will play some role in my life, but it will not define who I am, just like my bipolarity does not.