It's supposed to rain today, so I did a lot in my yard yesterday so I wouldn't get even further behind on it all. Since I got long covid, dealing with the yard has been hard enough...it sometimes takes me days to get the front and back mowed, and don't even get me going about all the weeds I don't have energy left to pull. Yesterday I got the entire front mowed and all but maybe 1/3 of the back. I thought that the air quality was good enough for me to manage it without major impact. I was incorrect. Today I've been having a hell of a time breathing. My lungs ache, I feel exhausted and it's like I'm not getting enough oxygen. I have crap I need to do inside today because I need tomorrow to be able to recover so I can do what I need to do come Saturday, but I can't do s*** today if I can't catch my damn breath. I seriously hate this summer. Hell, I hate this year. It's like I'm constantly behind of everything. Every day I have more to do that I didn't manage to get to the day before, so it carries over to the next day that has its own list of crap I need to do, and that list grows bigger every day. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. All I do is make myself physically feel like sh** and have more to do tomorrow. It's like I'm drowning here with no chance in hell of making it stop any time soon. Days like today I resent waking up and resent tomorrow for being more of the same, except there's even more I didn't do and even more I still have to do.