the spoon theory of chronic illness

Or, I imagine, lots of other things. I'm glad I have more spoons these days, but it's still a finite amount that I have to keep track of in many different ways.

(Okay, today I had about three spoons to my name, which is why I read two-and-some books, played a CD's worth of FF9, and whinged for Wim to make me tea. But, when I am not having an awful cold, the drugs and self-care really work pretty well.)