slow day

All I want to do is sleep, watch tv and eat junk food. I think my pandemic grief is acting up. My mood has been terrible, even though Paul has been dragging me out of the house for walkies.  I’ve been trying to write and I know what’s coming next but I have no urge. I’m thinking dark thoughts. Tomorrow will likely be different.

The chicken and ginger congee that Mike made for me is so damned good – Paul got a meal out of it today as well. Gorgeous day, windy and sunny and cloudy by turns, and warm, the way most of February really was not.

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Born 1958. I write, I sing, I watch TV, I try to fulfill my responsibilities.

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