After being laid low by a bout of something vicious and pernicious, I'm still trying to regain some mental and physical energy. How many naps does it take to recover some purpose in life? I'm feeling like my brain is full of cotton and my body is collapsing into oatmeal.
This is not good.
So here are some good things:
I'm retired, so I don't have to worry about losing my job.
My income is enough that I can send a little money to the food shelf and I don't have to worry about using them any time soon (although I did several times in the past).
I have good neighbors.
I have good friends.
I have great kids and grandkids.
I will get over the blahs eventually.
And, then I can help other people.
Gee, I feel a lot better now!
2 hours ago