Thursday began dull: The weather was dull, and I felt dulled by the routine and solitude that has become my every day. I also felt shitty with a low-grade headache all day. Sheba came home from the groomers smelling and looking lovely. That was the best part of the day.
Without any energy or desire, I spent the day binge watching Little Dorrit, featuring just about all great British actors in one series. Then I went to bed at 7:30 because I felt so crappy. I had one of my horrid, dreadful nightmares and awoke thinking life would never be the same. It was a night of true horrors with other milder nightmares, and I awoke this morning with the headache still there. Sigh!
I was up at five to start the fire and feed my beloveds and then I went back to bed and, at 8:00, after almost twelve hours of sleep, I awoke without a headache and I felt really good to be back to normal—well, my normal.
It’s raining this morning, but warm, so I’ll go with my friends to walk Sheba and come home to read a book sent to me by my friend, Marsha. Late this afternoon, my last two cords arrive—too late to tote and stack, so I’ll cover them up until tomorrow when, I hope, there’ll be breaks in the rain that will allow me to start my final round of toting and stacking. But being the last of the wood, and the wettest and heaviest, I’ll take my time over the next while to complete the task.
In just over a week, Daylight Saving Time starts (March 14), and six days after that, it’ll officially be Springtime. The first Winter of Covid will be over! Hurrah.