As I sat in the shower this morning, I was overcome with a desire to just give up.
I didn't have a plan for what giving up meant other than crawling back to bed for many, many hours. That is, I guess, one of the benefits of giving up: no developing a long-term strategy.
But I suspected I could make it through today -- and given that I am writing this at 9 p.m., I apparently was correct.
Life gets no easier, though. Ought it to be this hard?
Plus, it's not like I could easily get back to bed. I'd have to transfer to my wheelchair, drive off, clothe myself (even in defeat, I wouldn't sleep al fresco), then transfer back to bed.
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