The wind proves the largest and most consistent nemesis. My curtains stay closed anytime the leaves tremble and twitch enough to cause dizziness and discomfort, which is proving to be 80% of the days when it's daylight.
At night, minus sunlight, I've adjusted my usual sleeping position so that I am far from windows, ensconced in a fortified field of blankets and pillows.
I welcome the rain. It cannot rain too much for me. The cold that accompanied this mornings rain prompts me to curtail my anticipated excursion to the post office, coffee shop and cemetery adventure. No shower either. I can't imagine being cold times two. All of today's plans are scrapped. I only want couch, comfort, blankets and sci-fi. I have yearnings for football, too, but am unable to pilfer through the tangles of streaming channels and such. One simple thing, a place to turn to in order to watch past nfl games is a monumental and, unfortunately, an impossible task.
I find this event, this searching for a certain tv event, one of the few times I wish there was someone who could help me. Ah, the seemingly little things that mean so much.
Exhaustion continues with erratic moments of having enough energy to get up to complete a small task.
This is Me, venting hopefully, rather than complaining about things I'm unable to change.
Tolerance to the external is low. Hibernation and hide, is high.
