I'm still in 'famine' mode and not missing my usual frenetic pace. Apart from occasionally walking the dog and attending my son's Graduation Ceremony I haven't been out of the house since returning from holiday almost a month ago. The fatigue accompanying shingles has forced me into a complete rest (I'm really desperate not to get PVF/CFS/ME) and I have genuinely been quite happy to simply vegetate. Next week I shall start to pick up on one or two things, but will be very careful not to go back to the hectic lifestyle I had before becoming ill.
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