I’ve been struggling lately.  That post I wrote last week — that wasn’t just a blip. Unfortunately I don’t feel as poetic and articulate as some so I keep droning on about my life, hoping that I’ll eventually get my mojo back.  It does help to know that I’m not alone.

You know what doesn’t help?  I’m flying solo tonight.  Blergh.  The only thing that has kept me from shutting down completely is that my husband has been mercifully pitching in whenever he’s home.  He hasn’t uttered a single complaint, instead he does what I am seemingly incapable of — chipping away at the to-do list one thing at a time until there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I really do believe that if spring would just ARRIVE and STICK AROUND, I would feel so much better.  Today we are experiencing a temporary reprieve.  If I thought it would last, it might lift my lagging spirits, but the weatherman predicts that it’s just another tease.  Still, never one to miss an opportunity to bask in the sun, I went outside and sat on the front porch for a couple of hours.  Perhaps the Vitamin D will do me some good.

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