By the time I've done all the things I have to do, I often have little energy left, but I always go for a walk, unless the weather's so bad Fearn won't go out. Make sure I've done any laundry, do any shopping that needs doing, cook whatever food needs cooking and sort the chickens out. I pretty much do all that on auto-pilot, it's a rare day when I don't have a load of stuff that needs doing.
I've got fybromyalgia as well as autism, I seem to get walloped by one or the other, but I did manage a good walk today, now I'm going to make dinner, a Thai red curry and watch Strictly.
I sometimes wonder if all this lack of energy is karma for having been one of those irritating people with to much energy, who could work all day, go out and play until the small hours and then go to my allotment and dig 70ft of potato trenches and come back and cook sunday dinner for all my hungover friends who were still laying about moaning?
