I’m tired. And I feel awful about myself. And I don’t want to do anything but lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. I managed to get up and put the dishes away so I could wash the ones in the sink but discovered the cold water pipe is frozen again. Our hot water is too hot to handle alone so I have to wait for RS to get home and unfreeze the pipe with his heat gun before I can do them. So now I’m back to sitting on the couch and staring. There’s other things to do; clean up the living room, put away my clothes, wash my comforter, start getting soup fixings together…but it all seems too big.

I think maybe I can get the comforter into the wash. That’s not bad. Just have to bring it downstairs. I can walk down the stairs. Grab the barley for the soup on the way up. Then I’ve at least done something and I won’t feel as bad about laying in bed for a few minutes.

At least the SH thoughts have started to calm down in intensity. I got a bit worked up last night but picked up some of the living room to get the tension out since it wasn’t late yet.