Where I have been
Winter is not an easy time for me. The darkness gets to me, and when it is cold, and my body is acting up, all I really want to do is hibernate and stay in bed. Having a Nook makes it worse, I can just lay in bed and watch Netflix or Hulu, or read, and that's not good. Namely, I have a house full of stuff that needs to be shifted through and figured out what can stay and what can go. That bothers me, in some unspoken way, as I keep putting it off.
Christmas was a bust this year. The stove in the kitchen has given up the ghost, with the heating coil in the oven burning out and separating. J has ordered the replacement, but that is going to take about a week or so to get here. So until then, nothing baked or roasted. We had planned for a roast beef for dinner on Christmas Eve, which is when we made the disasterous discovery. Sigh. As Rudyard Kipling put it, the bottom has fallen out of the world. Compounding it, J had to work Christmas day, and as things usually go, we did nothing. I got him a gift -- a favourite series on Blu-ray, but he gave me nothing. As usual.
Oh well. Such is my life, my darlings.
Yes, the depression beast is alive and well here in the house today. I feel like screaming or crying or throwing things, none of which will solve anything.