Grateful/ungrateful/grateful/ungrateful etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. That sort of day. A dirt under the fingernails day. Heat from the compost bin afternoon. An “Endeavour” on PBS, Masterpiece Mystery night. (Sorry vegetarians/vegans reading this.) Lamb on sale, and gas left in the bbq propane tank.
Pain day. NSAIDs eating stomach. New sciatica in right leg. Jaw awful.
Hypomanic Day with a thick edging of anxiety. All shaky on the inside like a blender and a fan circulating my blood. Brain synapses snap, crackle, pop. Write like a madwoman (makes both sides of today).
So, I should show more gratitude, but I’m in pain, grumpy, frumpy, and dumpy, and for good measure, lumpy and bumpy, too. I haven’t been sleeping so sleep deprivation is eating my brain.
No Zombies. Not yet.