2 months ago
Thursday, May 05, 2011
High temperature today 63. Meanwhile, I know my heater thumped on sometime in the night. This is a second "reveal" in a set of pictures I took a few weeks ago. (The first one was on FB.)
Even though it is sunny outside, I'm feeling like this picture, murky and cloudy and...
...sitting on my bed at 11:30 a.m. in my nightgown. Surrounded by pink balled up Kleenex.
Yes, I'm sure it's hormonal. And also because I haven't let myself take stock of much of anything these days, just running from one tweet to the next, playing Free Cell, trying to figure out what the "so what" point is of my latest project/article...
I'm so afraid these days.
This too shall pass.
If nothing else, I have the oeuvre of this blog to let me know that it will.
I remember writing in the back of a journal once that I hoped I would always remember happy times when I was sad, and sad times when I was happy, so that I wouldn't get too set on either one.
And the radio gods love me, as Brad Paisley starts it up with "You're not supposed to say the word "cancer" in a song..."