Nothing To Write Home About

One of my cousins and I were emailing back and forth today.  When she asked how I was, I told her I was Ok but nothing to write home about.  I guess that just about sums it up.  The day is not great, but I have had much worse.  I can walk fairly well, but have to really watch my foot as it keeps not wanting to hold me up.  (Muffie: I didn’t get to its passport in time to take it away so I guess I will just have to try and keep very close tabs on it.)

I am beginning to really understand why some people get so depressed that have illnesses that keep them at home and unable to do much.  I am really getting disgusted with myself and I know that it is because I keep thinking of a million things I need to be doing and don’t have the energy to do them.  I feel very useless.

I spend quite a bit of time in the recliner watching TV.  It is a shame that there is very little on worth watching.  I am not into vulgar or irreverent programs and that seems to be most of what is on.  I am also not politically inclined to the point that I want a thousand different perspectives on the same sentence that a candidate says.  I hate to burst these analysts’ bubbles, but most of us are smart enough to figure out what someone says without them trying to tell us.

I also read a lot……mostly at night.  One reason I read so much is because I enjoy it.  Another reason is because of what I said in the above paragraph about television programs.  There is a bookstore nearby that sells books for a quarter the third weekend of every month.  My cousin and I are at their front door on those days.  Not only that, but you can turn many of them back in for a credit for another book.  It is hard to beat that deal.  I also read to try and wind myself down and make myself sleepy.  I take my night medication and hope that the reading will make me droopy enough to sleep.  Most of the time this works and I can go to sleep in a fairly short time after I go to bed. 

Except for the rare occasions that I am able to cook, do a little cleaning and grocery shop, that is the way most of my days progress.  Not very ambitious is it.

I am really looking forward to the cooler weather, leaves turning and the Holidays.  My mind is full of things to cook, craft and get together for these occasions.  My body is not cooperating and it really is getting to me.  I know, I will be better............. but the days until that time are miserable.