My Daily 86 Words

  Last day of 22021. Wish we were looking forward to change but we won’t hardly notice anything new. Same old covid. Same old cold wet weather. Still isolated.   Egads.  

  I ordered new glasses. Dr. B. says they will help with reading. I liked thee office visit. Very well trained techs and he is aa wizard. They will cost over a thousand dollars. Its’ still too cold for any kind of outside activity. I sure do need a walk. Maybe I’ll sort the closet and finally pack up the summer shirts. All   I wear is sweat shirts. First a big breakfast. My favorite meal.  

  I have an eye appointment this afternoon to check my glasses. I know I need a correction. So, ears, eyes, mammogram etc. Health check month. Thte cold is hard on my body. I don’t know why I can’t stay warm. The house is only moderately warm and I keep warm clothes and cover up a lot. Hoping for the 50 degrees to come back soon. Been filling up with carbs and my growing belly shows it.  

  I spent yesterday hunkered down with blankets and dogs. It’s too cold for comfort. My radiator works all day and all night but my house is a barn and it’s hard to heat. I came in the house this morning to find food. Leftovers and maybe new stuff too. The dinner was perfect. Wonderful beef plus lots of roots and squashes. Good feelings and all was well. Ready to cover up again for this very cold day.    

  I did not take a lap robe, scarf, gloves, hat and big coat and go to church. The bishop has said windows and doors open for ventilation as a covid response and it was 43 degrees outside. I was in my comfy spot and glad for it. This morning was aa reup of discipline and I’m glad for that too. Already have 3K steps, shower, netti pot and all the supplements that I have avoided. I have broken the depression. Now fun with family for dinner.    

  I’m deciding whether or not to go to church this evening. It will be cold and wet and frankly, I’m feeling frail. Hate to admit it but the idea of sitting cold does not balance with the joy of Christmas eve service. It’s been a cold wet week and I’ve just sat and wallowed in seasonal depression. I have no interest in discipline or motivated to move. Netflix is smy companion along with dogs. And family.

  Church today for Morning Prayer. I have already done laundry and showered. Now for a big breakfast. The dark and cold are heavy and have pretty much held me captive. TV and food and naps take up my days. I regret the loss of activity. I’m finally feeling better as I have been unwell for a month. I’m grateful for my millions of blessings and Amen.

  Okay, yes, it’s the dreaded seasonal depression showing up hard.   No discipline for writing or nutrition or exercise. No housework either. Just waiting out the dark and Christmas stuff. Bright spot, warm house.   The radiator is staying on all night and still it’s not up to 70. Maybe the vacuum will come out or not.  

  The ear work didn’t change anything in my ears. I still have crackling and not hearing well. Yesterday I had my last appointment with dr. E. ending a thirty years relationship with my vision.    Storm today and I’m in warm and cozy.                                                     

  Going to Brookings this morning for shopping and ear lavage at Patel’s office. I’m looking forward to both events.   We plan to stop at the hearing lady and make appointments.   Anti-biotics are done. I feel well again. It’s very cold outside.                                                           

  Wet dark morning. Short agenda, a visit to GO for bananas and eggs. Meg came for family happy hour and we drank wine and heard her stories. Her work life is most of her conversation with a little Ben and dogs and chickens too. We have no experiences to share in this   isolation world. I used the new pad to look up the story of Amazing Grace for my story prompt.   I saw a documentary once andi is a powerful story.                                                                

  Not sure that date is correct. The days blend in with foggy brain and foggy outside. I feel that the second prescription is helping and I want to be well. I have wasted two weeks of my life. Story group met yesterday. It is a vacation from the reality we live in. The intimacy and safety are worth a million dollars. I told my loving my body story and it was well received. I see another fun prompt coming and look forward to developing it. No agenda.

  Another trip to the clinic. Another[prescription. Still not well. Chuck’s boat is out of the water but the sail boat issue is still going on. It’s wet and cold   and I have no interest in doing anything. Blanket and puppies today again.