My hand is healing nicely. Every day is less pain and a better range of motion so that’s good.
But unfortunately winter depression is settling over me like a gray, cold, wet blanket. I chalked it up to boredom since we haven’t been able to leave the house, even for a walk, since Tuesday, but I have no interest in doing anything at all. Not reading, not watching tv, not even listening to music. I just want to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. I would have done so today if RS had let me but he doesn’t, which I suppose is good. It’s too cold and gray to go anywhere (as it ALWAYS IS in NJ in winter) so we decided to go to a shopping mall just to get out and walk around. It was the larger mall a little further from our house just so it would take more time to walk around. Managed to get CR out as well.
I guess I just need to push through until spring, take bits of sunshine as they come.
__________________
Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-Albus Dumbledore
That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it
f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have.
-Garden State
|