And now welcome to a late Tired Tuesday post, or perhaps it will be a Tiresome Tuesday post. We shall see. In a previous post I said that other people’s problems are tiresome. What I really meant was MY problems are tiresome, and I try not to burden others with them, with little notable success. I don’t mind listening to other people’s problems, up to a point. I even try to refrain from offering advice, again with little notable success. Advice is even more tiresome to listen to than problems, but few of us can refrain from offering it.
All that said, I go on to tell you that my depression is kicking my butt. Holidays are especially difficult. On top of missing my husband with an ache that will never go away, there is the overwhelming feeling of, “It is a Holiday! You MUST be happy!” Indeed, I was greatly looking forward to Thanksgiving and seeing my family. And I did enjoy myself. I rarely feel dreadfully down all day long, so I have that going for me.
My attempt at culinary artistry.
I thought I should throw in a picture to lighten things up. Yes, I had fun at Thanksgiving. I love my family.
I forgot where I was going with this post, but I see I am over 200 words. We’ll just call it another placeholder post, and I will try for something other than a Wuss-out Wednesday post, on time or late. Once again, thank you for tuning in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 