Posting’s been light, and may continue to be so for a bit longer. I don’t know what to write about. I’ve got pictures for food posts. I just don’t have the enthusiasm for the writing. I haven’t done much of anything creative lately. I know, loss of interest in hobbies and creative pursuits is a symptom of depression. Don’t worry, I’m taking my meds. I think I’m just overloaded, mentally, right now, and I’m not handling it well. Or I am, but it’s taking a lot out of me in other areas. Sleeping is erratic, still. I dozed/slept a couple hours on the couch this morning, once Bill was at work and the kids were at school, with reruns of Frasier on the TV. I think that helped keep worrisome thoughts at bay. I still felt sluggish for a while after that.
But…this weather is helping. A record high of 72 degrees recorded yesterday, and probably upper 60s today. So nice. So much growing. We’ve got spinach, arugula, herbs, a few carrots, and a lone broccoli rabe plant that must have seeded itself last year. Bill has planted lots of broccoli rabe everywhere, and the peas are planted in buckets along the driveway. He planted something else, too, but I can’t remember what. All that’s outside. Inside, we’ve got the onions and leeks, the three squash plants, and very lush looking basil, assorted tomatoes, and hot peppers.
Green is such a cheering color. At least, the green of vegetables and herbs and flowers is. To me.
I found myself taking deep, slow gulps of fresh air today. Maybe that’s what I’ve been needing.
Anyway, that’s where I am. I toy with the idea of writing about some of what’s going on…maybe in password protected posts…but I don’t know. I don’t know.
I don’t know.
So for now, this is me, slogging through the fog in my brain.