I feel like the holidays dragged me down. I am starting to feel a little like I have a figurative 100 lb weight chained to my leg. Well, not so much that, as a weight on my brain. I guess it's aka "freeze fatigue". My husband wants me to finish helping him with something. In reality, it's not that big of a job at all, but I'm dreading starting it all the same. Dreading. I'll set an alarm reminder as a fire under my butt.

It's not that I've none nothing these past few days. I have helped hubby quite a bit, cooked a lot of nice things, and finally cleaned up the kitchen. We went on some short walks. The kitchen was like a perpetual disaster area these past few days. Hubby helped a bit, but I did most of the clean up. I'm at a point where I don't want to cook so as to not create any dirty dishes and pans. If I could get away with serving some quicky meal on a paper plate, I would.

Tomorrow I finally get my hair colored and cut. The grays are really showing at my roots. Yea, not a biggy deal, but when I see it, I really feel aged. Next week, I see my psychiatrist and therapist after about four weeks. I almost wish I could grab my pdoc and give him a huge hug, but touching is not allowed.