I have been house bound these past two days. It started with a cold on Sunday evening. Dragged myself to work on Monday. On Tuesday, I decided I couldn't be bothered keeping up appearances and abandoned myself to the misery of the cold and a general low mood.
This has been the worst year. There probably were worse years but I don't recollect them. This one though has been the year of false beginnings, traumatic endings ,nerve -wrecking waits , false hope. There must be a lesson in here somewhere. I just don;t know what that is at the moment.
I said in an earlier post that I believed that there is no such thing as too much. I think I still believe it. Except that at the moment, I'm so tired I don't know what to believe.
I want conversation- uplifting, life-affirming, intelligent - conversation. I want to feel that connectedness that I haven't felt in so long.
I have been trawling the net looking for pieces of writing and I have discovered lovely pieces of writing . This one in particular called Orangette I found to be a lovely read.
In the meantime , I'm breathing...
