Monday, Monday, Monday

Man is it ever a Monday. Feeling weighted down by a lot of things today, not the least of which is the state of the world. The hate out there is just astounding and hard to shake. It’s like a layer of ashes drifting down on all of us.

My frustrations and ills are infinitesimal compared to all that of course but they still can wear. I’m listening to the Vince Guaraldi Christmas album and it does help a bit. Part of my malaise no doubt is because I just can’t seem to kick this flu. I had a miserable night last night, complete with the worst episode of Restless Leg Syndrome (Willis-Ekbom Disease) that I’ve had for some time. Restless Leg Syndrome sounds so harmless. It sounds lighthearted, doesn’t it? As though you just want to go for a walk. My mother had RLS but it never occurred to me that I would, much less that I would have spinal stenosis as she did. And the worst thing? Leo says he gets restless legs it too. I hate passing on my flaws to my children.

Hopefully I will finally start feeling better soon. Ernie made me the most perfect dinner last night. He took the turkey broth he’d made from turkey bones, some celery, cabbage and carrots and turned it into the perfect potato-cabbage-carrot soup. It was just heavenly. We thought it might be just the thing to make me feel better but alas, it has not, or it’s effects are very slow. We’ll go with that.

I’m also missing friends. I was going through a list of friends on Facebook and shocked at how many we’ve lost in the past few years whether by cancer, other illness or suicide. I want to open a message from Mark Gerking and read, “Hey, Cyn, how you doing?”

I’m just a bundle of joy, aren’t I?

Ernie’s got an infusion later in the week. I damned well feel good enough to that.

And wept a bit and fed the cat. Best lyric ever.

Music helps. As always.

Onward.