But, take my word for it, the difference between 19 and 22 is a big one.
Trust me, the difference between them is a lot.
I've even been getting the dishes done right after we finish eating...just right then and there. Soap, water, several minutes of standing by the sink - boom! Clean kitchen.
I'm officially freaking myself out now. Drew probably senses something is amiss as well, but I'm guessing he hasn't said anything because he's worried that it'll make me go back to normal. And then he'll be back to doing those dishes all alone more often than I'd like to admit. Poor chap.
Mostly I think I had been making things more difficult in my head than they really are for the past several months. I've lived through enough winters by now to realize that cursed season does terrible things for my state of mind. And once the trees are budding, and the sun is back whispering encouraging things in my ears, I'm suddenly a new human. I'm enjoying sunsets and old songs and drinking in cool breezes through the window. I've suddenly become a reasonably productive person who doesn't let the small things bother her. And I hate it when people say things like that.
Regardless of this, I'm still me. And for that reason, I have to be realistic. Realistically, I'll probably be right back to my usual, over-complicated, skeptical way of thinking by the end of the week. I'll most likely be back to dreading even the smallest, simplest tasks. But, right now, life feels completely doable.
I like doable.