Thursday my neighbor and long time friend insisted that we spend the day out in the yard working. I'll be honest. I felt like a worn tire being rolled UP the road with a stick. Very sore and tired the next day (fibromyalgia) and in none too good a mood.

In my mind I kept saying "Okay, time to go inside now. You ready?" I was miserable. Did I memtion the mosquitos here in Texas are so big they have a pilots liscense?

Long story short. Saturday was the best day I've had in six weeks! I think the physical labor, sun and feeling of acomplishment was a little jump start. Don't know how next week is going to go, but I realize I have to "fight" harder. Today not feeling it so much...but I'm gonna try.