Anxiety is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind

If I kept a pen and paper diary, today would have been a pretty quiet entry.
Cowboy went to morning and evening church, and the rest of us never left the house.
Badger stayed in her room most of the day, and I stayed in mine under blankets with a book.

The only real thing that happened was Cowboy putting up the Christmas decorations outside. 
He isn’t feeling very festive this year, so he kept it simple with three inflatables and some lights.
 Even so, he couldn’t let Christmas pass without putting something out. 
I don’t decorate inside.

I’m keeping it short today.
Medical anxiety has been weighing on me, and the seasonal depression has settled in for the winter months.
I’m heading back to bed.
Right now, it’s the place where I feel most comfortable.