Good grief. I am tired of interminable illness. A certain amount of angst does come with Asperger’s, especially if you aren’t pursuing special interests. Nevertheless, it is 100% miserable to have viruses every other week.
Yesterday afternoon, I crashed. I was not sick to the point of exhaustion, but I was depleted. Egor shopped and came home early. I crawled up stairs. He gave me the whole evening off. Bless him. and bless little Tyoma, who is still sleeping this morning as I write.
Soon we can go to playgrounds or even Charmingdale Farm. I hope to pep myself up enough to build “elevatulators” today.