The Bloody Doors Off

Sometimes, there’s too many hours in the day.

Usually you think the opposite; so many little jobs to do, all bundled together along with prepping meals, travel. It adds up. But not lately. Not for me.

I was up at 10am today. For a Sunday, I don’t feel too guilty. And the sun’s out, but despite it, I just kept feeling cold in my bones and unwilling to go outside. I’m worried what’ll happen when winter really hits. Today’s the kind of day I could’ve bundled up and gone for a walk. Instead, I watched the first few minutes of Rob Ford play-acting contrition, and then football. (And if you know me, I don’t usually watch football.) Hell, it took me hours just to get up the gumption to write this.

I worry it’s the start of a slide. That if I don’t find things to keep me busy, if I don’t find inspiration, that it’ll begin weighing on me again. And then what happens…