My vertigo is back, so I’m moving gently, with no sudden turns. Vacuuming makes me woozy, but I go slow and get through it. I take my time grocery shopping; I’m not yet familiar with the supermarket layout, so there’s a lot of wandering involved. Later, some tree-tending. I feel like I’ve had an easy day, but he exclaims after dinner, “You’re just so damn productive!”
Maybe the tortoise was onto something.