I really need to do something. I've gotten isolated again. Ugh! This is a bad habbit I have of not doing anything. Not getting out of my shell and doing something.
I sit here in front of the laptop, the radio plays Christian music behind me. My feet do not touch the floor, I am curled into the fetal position on a chair. I think about getting up to make lunch, but haven't done it yet.
I think I'll eat lunch then write the New Years post, reviewing the year. Or trying to. That's going to be harder than it looks because there's so much pain, and also so much promise. As I look back, I must face the person I was. But I'll do that after lunch.
In other randomness, it smells over here. I wonder if Baxter left a "present" on the floor. I didn't find one when I looked, so I'm gonna have to wait for a sightling to come home.
Well, it's getting later than I expected, so I'll post this, and write the New Year post later.