When I got out of bed this morning I already felt what I can only describe as "Blah"
and decided I would not go to the Y for my Monday morning Zumba. Used to be I would prevail upon myself and tell me I needed the activity and when I did not want to go was just the time I should, and I would be right and glad I did it. But today I could not muster up that conversation with myself, I cannot talk me into doing much these days. Long winter blahs have overcome me, even though we have had bright sunshine the past few days. Jerry is still healing and we have not been as active socially as I would like, but that is all part of waiting out the winter. So long as I get out around most days, I am somewhat content, but I am getting cabin fever and at a minimum frustration with lack of variety. I do not understand how those cooped into smaller places cope. Frankly this is not what we planned, we are supposed to be down south in Florida in our coach living the good life. Plans, we make them and God laughs.
|Snow from over nite Jan 19, 2019|