As you may or may not have noticed, for the three of you still reading this, I haven’t been posting much. I think it’s because I have the January blahs. For the past few years, we’ve gone on a fun trip in January. Not this year – the double whammies of Petra’s illness/death and Christmas, coupled with the furlough (unpaid) days I have for work now, meant that we couldn’t afford to do any of the trips we talked about.
So here I sit, in the blahs. The sky is gray. It’s cold outside, not horribly cold, but not pretty and snowy either. I’m still not over my mild cold. I want to go snowshoeing, but we have to buy snowshoes. I feel as though I’m once again stuck in a rut, unable to move in any direction.
We’ve had friends and relatives over the last couple of nights for dinner, which has been a nice change from the usual routine of computer-staring and TV-watching. I haven’t yet mustered the energy to start any new projects. At least the house got cleaned over the 4-day weekend I just had.
I think January blahs are normal; however, in recent years there’s been a trip to look forward to and/or go on, and this year, nothing. We have a new little kitty, growing daily, who has helped to bring some laughter back into our house of Dead Kitty Sadness, but even that isn’t enough to get me out of the doldrums. I continue to go to the gym nearly every day, trudge to and from work, and wonder when I’ll feel inspired again.