Shortly after lunch today, I began feeling rotten.
This made no sense because I had just come back from a walk and it was ridiculously beautiful out. For Feb. 1 or even May 1. It was sunny and in the 70s. Gorgeous.
I think that was my problem.
Even after more than 10 years in a wheelchair full time, I still miss running and playing. Doing all the things people do on fantasticly warm days. And as great as Claren is, I also found myself missing someone to share the day with. Not that I'd leave work early or anything but still.
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Honestly, there's nothing like an unexpectedly beautiful day to depress the hell out of everybody.
Hang in there!!
I do!
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