How much is Too Much

I felt fucking WONDERFUL yesterday. 

I drove himself to an interviewy thing in a place with pants parking, went into work to drop off sick note and do a happy dance with a friend who is dating a boy who she met at my wedding, and then to Boo's place to sort socks from the Odd Sock Box and stroke kittehs.  Then back home, having picked himself up from the place with the pants parking.

Today?  I can hardly stay upright. 

The total driving time was minimal.  About 30 mins there, 10 mins to the office, 5 mins to Boo's, 20 mins back to get himself and then an hour home (see which journeys started after 4.45?)

I was at the office for about an hour in total.  I talked (other than saying "hello" to random people) to three people, and was sitting down while I did it all.

I had a proper rest at Boo's house (30 mins just laying on a sofa with purring furries around me).  I sat on the floor and sorted socks into pairs (slowly) for about 10 mins.

Yesterday I was all thinking about going back to work (or at least looking into how many hours work would be willing for me to do).  Would they be OK with two hours' four times a week? 

Today?  I'm bloody glad we have leftovers and that hubby is perfectly willing and able to (a) let me lay like a big fat beached whale on the sofa doing fuck all and (b) make pizza. 

The most I've been able to concentrate for (properly concentrate, like I'd have to do at work) has been slowly increasing over time but whenever I test it - like yesterday - I realise that it's only good because I don't do it very often.