The day started out well enough, a late Friday the 13th night beginning of
a few enough shots of rum and chocolate, and a two hour chat with a dear friend of mine. We discussed the LDS church and temple recommends. That’s an interesting conversation to have while intoxicated. One step at a time through that emotional minefield.
I ran a few errands Saturday morning. Pharmacy, but only the only one… the other is closed on weekends. I hit a thrift store and scored some great throw pillows and a lovely comforter cover for the couch. I love a good bargain.
My cute grandson brought me over flowers and chocolates.
I baked a cherry pie and ate half of it. Made a pina colada with a banana, some pineapple, coconut milk, and vanilla rum. I haven’t done anything productive since. No walk, no healthy food. Just hid in my room and listened to music while I played on my laptop all day. The relationship of the M&Ms has been creeping into my head again lately, and much as I try to shake it off, the lonely quiet of my flat gets to me, the feelings of being worthless by default, worthless because of my age. I look in the mirror and I see gray hair and wrinkles and that I am gaining weight again, probably five pounds. Ugghhhh…..
JB texted me late. It’s nice to be in the final thoughts of his day.