Image like the ones I am cutting out of old books on my bookshelf. Not all chairs. But mostly chairs. It's so cold in the house today. Rained all of yesterday--starting right after we arrived home from the walk.
G and Riley had a very bad night. Neither got much sleep and they spent the morning and early afternoon sleeping which is why I was watching TV in the dining room. I could have gone down into the sewing room--but would need a coat and gloves. Everything on television and the internet is screaming SUMMER and here in Maine-- it's still Winter. Yes, the grocery is selling piles of hothouse tomatoes, sweet corn and boxes of strawberries. Still Winter.
I'm going to start reading The Night Ferry. A Danish Thriller. And I am wrapping myself up in the down lap robe. And I might turn on all the lamps. Mitigate the dark gray outside the windows.
That's all I have for you today. My jaw aches, my fingers are too cold to type, and I think I might want a nap like the one G and the dog just finished. Morning Pages-I wrote I have nothing to write on one full page and started in with that same sentence on the next page. Then I wrote down G's list of woes from last night with the dog as he talked about them. When I get to the last page in a few days--I am stopping. Not wasting any more journal space on words. The bad dreams are back and I wake up crying. I even cry while typing these worthless daily notes.
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Your daily notes are not worthless. Your writing means a lot to those of us who read it. I'm sorry to hear that you are feeling so down and that things are not good right now. I wish there was something I could do for you. Please take care.
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