If I kept a pen and paper diary, today would feel like a waste of paper.
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.
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 hangs over me like a storm cloud, and the seasonal depression has settled in until May.
I’m heading back to bed.
It’s the only place that feels like refuge right now.
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