MLK day

a day off, but not for me,I scheduled 3 things today. YOGA, a client and therapy.There is a raging snowstorm outside. I stay in bed all morning wondering if YOGA is cancelled (this class was free in honor of MLK). Finally I call. It is on. I dress, coat, boots, scarf and trudge to the car. I am not plowed yet but the 4 WD allows me to drive easily over the bridge to the YOGA place. I forget my water and it is hot YOGA I struggle through it, modifying many of the poses. The mediatation at the end is guided and doesn't make me cry about Chris (no mention of sending light to someone or picturing a loved one). Next up my client, she is depressed (who isn't) and I decide to commiserate with her, instead of offering solutions to her depression, sleep better, move more, take better care of herself. I just let her vent and when she asks for input I tell her I am sorry she is in a tough place.I leave there and go to my therapsit appointment. We talk about my daily actiivities, YOGA, work. I tell her about the intutive and the guilt about spending 400 bucks on a useless reading. I struggle with her suggestion that I should get a cleaning lady to help with the house work I can't do because of my hip. I tell her I will think about it.
When I get home I am suddenly tired, I don't want lunch or anything to drink or snack on.It is 2 o clock in the afternoon. the bed calls me. I lie down and attempt to read. I grow sleepy and decide to give in to the overwhlming fatigue. I sleep until 6:30 and when I wake up I think it is 6:30 in the am.I am disoreintated, for a moment I can't figure out what time it is really, what day it is. The only thing I do know is that I am alonein the bed and that it sucks.