Super Funk

Every now and then, when the weather gets exrta dreary and the sun goes into hiding, I get in a funk. Not just any funk, but a funk that you can feel in your bones.

Today, seems to be the worst of all the days. I could recite to you forward and backwards the laundry list of complaints and worries and bore you for at least an hour or two. Today is the day when telling myself I should be thankful for all I have doesn't work anymore. The funny thing is, compared to this time LAST year, things are golden. I am not sleeping in a hospital recliner, waking every hour when the nurses come in to check on my husband. I am not counting pennies and living out of a vending machine to save the few we have left. I am not wondering if my husband will walk again, work again or be a firefighter again. I am not driving 200 miles a day to be all the places I need to be. All those questions have been answered.

So what is my problem? Life is good. The bills are getting paid, the pantry is full and for the most part, we both have a clean bill of health.

What is the magic key that is going to make things better? More sleep? Less time sitting at home alone? More time sitting at home alone? More projects? I really have no clue. The bottom line is, things may be okay, but I am not.