The funk continues, but I’m trying to put one foot in front of the other.
I visited my parents today. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done but it passed the time. My father’s rudeness never ceases to amaze me. Some days I cannot fathom why I don’t whack him in the head, or pour hot tea on him.
On the way home I bought a new book to read. It got a good review in the newspaper. I’m hoping that some time on the couch, with book and blankie and kitty, might also pass time.
There’s quite a lot of pills in the cupboard. Decent pills. I’m trying not to think about them; trying not to go in the cupboard.