Would you believe it if I told you we had more snow last night? Only a couple of inches, but still. I’m watching the news as I write, and we are officially in the number 3 spot for snowiest winter on record, behind winters 93-94, and 95-96. In number 4 and 5 are winters from the sixties and seventies. I have daffodils in the house and a fun bouquet with orange Gerber daisies and yellow lilies and roses and bright green mums on my dining room table that is dressed in a new verdant green table cloth, and outside I hear the snow blower.
Originally I was supposed to go to Boston this weekend, but midway through the week, when I was feeling emotionally spent and sad and suffering from the first of what would end up being 3 headaches, W suggested we wait until next weekend. And did I mention I had cramps? (Yeah, it was that wonderful week, too.) At first I agreed somewhat reluctantly; I had my heart and mind set on collapsing in his arms…but then I realized he was probably right. What I really needed was sleep—and I don’t get much of that with him. In the end this wasn’t a great weekend for me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t right. I’ll have this week to look forward to next weekend, and to try to make it there well rested.
After I write and drink my coffee I hope to go to the gym this morning, but I have no other plans for rest of the day. I have Prosecco on hand, but I’m not sure I’m in the mood for big breakfast today; I already made my weekly soup so I don’t need to spend this Sunday in the kitchen as I typically do. That being said I’ll probably never make it to the gym or leave the house today. I’ll have breakfast and mimosas and will start cooking something.
I guess I just feel a little blah, or blue. I’m not sure which. I’m not sure there’s a difference. I’m still sad about D, I’m a little bored this weekend, and I’m way over our record-breaking winter. I’m also aware that my hormones are a little off (with my semi-annual uterine clearance—ha!) and could be making everything a little worse. I don’t know, Amanda. I just want to feel better. I want these flowers to make me as happy as flowers usually do. Hope you’re in a better mood than I am this morning. Sorry to be a downer.
Love you,
Barb
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