I hear you knocking

I am spending a fair bit of time in my bed at the moment  trying to recharge my batteries. My plan is to spend some time each day 1) doing something towards getting a job, 2) doing something to rebuild my energy 3) doing something towards improving my immediate environment (my aim is to totally overhaul the house but that's so overwhelming I need to do manageable chunks ) and 4) do something to keep me connected.
Other than the housework, these can all be done from under my duvet. I noticed during yesterday's job search (in my pj's) that I find even the preliminary aspects of job searching exhausting. Each time I see a potential job I have to imagine myself into it before deciding if its worth applying for  So I picture how I might get there, what working in that role might be like, how I might feel to have that job, what I'd enjoy, what I would struggle with.
There is no rush to find something, so I am happy to spend this time getting it right. I am clear that with my one and only life I want to give my time to something I believe in. So there's no point applying for anything else.
This morning I was delighted by a blue tit knocking at my window. When I am in dufton, being that close to birds is totally normal, but here proximity is rare. I wonder if it was encouraging me to get up and out. I had hoped to cycle today but the rain may put a damper on that. There's a choir gig later though and the last one I did was equivalent to walking 6 miles apparently :)