After a warm, sunny October afternoon, I needed to turn on a light at 6:30. 6 flipping 30. By the end of the month it’ll be 5:30, then it’ll be 4:00, then lunchtime. It saddens me deeply to say this, but — daylight’s in full, hasty retreat and winter has us in the crosshairs. Again. … Continue reading : preparing for another winter of discontent :
Tag: depression
: so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu :
Well, it has finally and officially come to this, my final post as The Whirly Girl. And you know what? The occasion feels a lot less Von Trapp family than Whitesnake — ‘And here I go again on my own, Going down the only road I’ve ever known …’ Although letting go is hard, doing … Continue reading : so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu :
: running on empty :
I woke up this morning exhausted after nine hours of something that wasn’t sleep. There was nothing refreshing about it, nothing restorative. It was all bad dreams and worrisome thoughts, tossing and turning. But that’s what the double whammy of a wildly spreading contagion + corrupt government does to you: it upends your life. Somewhere … Continue reading : running on empty :
: yipes, here it comes :
Autumn, with it's cold, damp, dreary darkness, is preparing for the kill. That's its entire purpose, you know: to murder summer. To replace our blissful radiance and warmth with grim decay. No wonder I loathe Fall. The mere thought of what lies ahead gives me chills. Months of bitter cold and little daylight. Naked trees. … Continue reading : yipes, here it comes :
: the home alone christmas :
It’s not my first one, either, not by a long shot. They’re all like this, which is to say disastrous. Oddly enough, at some point during the holidays I’ll play almost every role in the movie: the bumbling burglars, the abandoned kid, the scatter-brained, panicky woman, the ill-tempered neighbor, the whole kit and caboodle. These … Continue reading : the home alone christmas :
: the weight of the undone :
Do I look shorter? I feel shorter. And dog-tired. Not from working, but from shirking. I haven’t so much as lifted a finger lately. Therefore, I’m staring straight into a growing mountain of drudgery (dishes and laundry and vacuuming, etc.) and all I want to do is crawl in bed and close my eyes. At least … Continue reading : the weight of the undone :
