HWMMS woke up and said “there’s snow on the ground” and not only did I not get out of bed to look but when I did I thought…meh. I’m broken.

Not even a box of bliss which is my FAVORITE along with Christmas music makes me smile. I think I’m broken.

All I want to do by 6pm is sleep. It’s not depression. Just itssodarkoutalready fatigue. I don’t ever recall this happening to me before 2020. Pure rundown exhaustion. For no reason.

Well, I mean other than recovering from eye surgery (my great phobia) during a pandemic and surviving 4 years of a hellish administration and holding  my breath over election results.

Well

I can’t imagine my mental health without this guy by my side cuddling. Thank goodness for doggos.