I feel just plain rotten. In a fibro flare along with a bad migraine. Possibly some sort of cold and flu in the mix too.

Noticing today that this is really affecting my mood. I'm extra aware of grief and pain in the world.

But there is a cat purring contentedly next to me. I live now in a safer quieter more comfortable place than 6 months ago. My sweetheart is due home in an hour or so with pizza from our favorite place. The house is neat and tidy, I was able to do my chores. I have this laptop and so much more to be grateful for.

I hope the truck that keeps driving over me will eventually drive on down the road and leave me alone. I hope the combination ice pick/hammer that keeps hitting me in the head eventually quits.

I know this will pass eventually.

I sound more reasonable here than I feel. As many of you know - fibro puts us in another world. I wish you all didn't have to share this world with me but I am grateful you are here.