I am still sitting on the couch, laundry sits in the washer, done.
The windows are glittering from rain likely freezing. The cats groom each other, and the dog nestles against me, with deep, warm sleepy breathing.
And I am still sitting here.
Some poet said, "It is late. I lack courage." Or something like it.
I can't recall who said it, but the words run through my head.
A few more breaths, and I will myself up, and to bed.
3 comments:
Weather looks like ass where you are today. Hunker down with some comfort food and a good movie marathon and that sweet warm puppy of yours.
Thinking of you today.
You know, the day I found out was the worst. Not the actual day. There is a strange in-between for everyone, I think, some are just more compressed or stretched out than others. Sometimes it comforts me to know that even during that week from hell there was a nadir from which I started (extremely slowly) fighting my way back up the stairs.
sending hugs...
You don't lack courage.
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