Sloth

A quality I wish I had more of is energy. I never feel energetic. I would even categorize myself as leaning to lethargy.

Yesterday I stayed in bed for half the day with a cold, and began to panic that I'd never get my energy back. It's something I worry about.

I have a little trick for reminding myself that in fact, I do accomplish a fair amount. I mentally keep a running list of all the things I've done in a period of time, say, after work or on a weekend. So, before noon today, though feeling sluggish with this cold, I accomplished the following:

• knit two inches on my sweater
• made an omelet for H's breakfast
• made bread dough (though it's so easy it's like cheating)
• made potato salad
• mowed and edged the lawn
• showered, shaved my legs, washed and dried my hair
• tried on several outfits for a work event tomorrow
• cleaned the cat box
• vacuumed the back half of the house
• finished the Sudoku puzzle
• And, bragged, I mean, blogged, about it all.

So I look at that list and it seems like, wow, I'm a dynamo. But I don't feel that way. I feel like this: