It’s that time of year. You know, when you bottom out. You’ve overeaten and now you have to buckle down to sensible eating. When the the temperature is so low it affects your mood. When your mood is so low it affects those around you.
So I drove to the mall. I looked through racks of tacky stuff at Macy’s. (It was all dreadful.) I went into the Hallmark Shop one last time (It is going out of business.) I tried to spend some credit I had at Lands End, but nothing appealed.
Then I took myself to lunch. Had a burger and fries and coffee. Drove home realizing the funk was not helped by getting out of the house. Later on I made some so-so soup and ladled it into my bowl listlessly.
I put on my gown and robe well before seven because they are warmer than my clothes. It is cold and it is January. Need I say more?
If I had one book I could take down from the shelf and by reading it, I would be cheered up, I would. But books can’t make that happen. So I sit here typing myself into a circle of friends that know just how I feel.
If I could just ease on down the road into February, I would begin to feel better. In the meantime, I am looking fluffy in my comfy robe and who’s to say fluffy is a bad thing….I think I’ll have some hot chocolate.