Said I'd do a thing today...

That was a mistake.

I keep doing this. I veer between I need to keep moving and I need to rest, between take the pill, then ignore, and respect this illness.
There's a way somewhere down the middle and I can't find it.

Three things I said I would do. One's today and I am an idiot for agreeing to it.
One's overdue already. I. Must. Get. On. With. It.
One's an offer I made and don't feel I can withdraw. But this feels like the easiest anyway.

My fatigue is not being helped by the cats parking themselves on my pillow this morning, two black shapes purring at me. When I got up to feed them, they didn't follow as usual, but sat there; I got the sudden impression they weren't that hungry (though always up for breakfast at a pinch!) but were just... I don't know, occasionally it seems they know summat's up and want to comfort me. It works. But it also wakes me up. And here I am, unprepared for today.