I’m sure pigs are happy sitting in the mud. I’m not.

I’m not sure I’m even “sitting” with the grief right. I’m supposed to not hold onto it and not reject it. I’m very good at rejecting grief and not dealing with it, but I don’t know how to handle it this other way.

I have to go to church this morning because I have all of the programs since I was the one who folded them this week. I can’t tell you how badly I don’t want to go. I may sneak in and drop them off and leave.

I have nothing else to do today. There are literally no movies out that I can go see since I am behind on the Avengers thing and that’s pretty much taken over every theatre around here. It’s going to be too cold to go to the lakeshore or anywhere like that today.

I have zero art ideas, as in none. I’m so uninspired. I don’t know what to do with myself around my house all day. It’s miserable. I’m miserable.

I don’t even know how I’m getting in the shower this morning yet. It has to happen. It’s been too many days. I still don’t know how I’m going to do it.

I hate this.

Image from Pixabay.

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