It's cold, and I'm tired. A wee bit sick, and cranky. Overwhelmed by my to-do list, and my want-to-do list. I've spent much of the past few days in pajamas, with my head in a fog, just not myself. Wanting the sun to shine into the depths of me, and reflect a brightness.
I opened the blinds in my office; perhaps that will help.
A sign of the fog that has descended? Not wanting to plan a birthday celebration for myself, or have anyone else do it, either. I love my birthday. And this morning I told my co-everything that I wasn't sure I wanted a party. Which isn't to say that I won't change my mind, but it's cold, and I'm tired.
4 comments:
I feel that.
(((pinkshoes))))
hope the fog lifts and you're able to give thanks for having been born.
i'm glad you were born.
(((Pink Shoes)))
Some sunshine would be nice...
(((ps)))
Ditto on all but the birthday. I hear ya.
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