Eleven!!

Well I have danced my heart out yet again, and spent the rest of the evening shuffling around my home at a snails pace. I didn't even want to shuffle to the loo, I ached so much but my bladder did insist and I finally made it down the stairs.
But I really, really didn't want to climb them again.
The struggles I put myself through, and the aches I live with.
Could have been something to do with the 10 hour day at work, and the several hundred cases of water I ended lugging from A to B because someone borrowed the delivery trolley and had forgotten to put it back in a place where others may find and use it.
I will say no more about this, but my back is still protesting at the abuse it was put through with the occasional twinge screaming at me.
(And I do admit several hundred is a slight exaggeration, but not to my muscles).
The sad shame is, there is no bollywood next Monday, and I don't know what I will do with myself.
Write? As I haven't penned a story in a while, crochet? As I do have to think of something for the soon arriving Mothers day. Or dreaming? Which is a favourite pastime of mine, but one in which I cannot prove it has any benefit as I have nothing physical to show from it except a happy warm glow in my soul.
Dreaming does include slumber, and I am very tired. Earlies are not my best time of day, and going to bed at 8 always seems a little wrong.
I am so glad this thing has a spell check. The words I have spent typing tonight bare little resemblance to what I intended, and without it, only gobbledygook would have prevailed.
So I shall finish with today's poem, and bid you all a good night.

Tired
An ache in my bone lingers,
As a yawn distorts my face.
My limbs are heavy as lead.
As I sit, slumped, in this space.
My brain is turning to mush,
As my eyes struggle to see.
I want to wrap the sun around my shoulders
Like a comfortable and warm blanket,
And then, I can finally sleep.     18th March 2014

Thank you for reading. xx