Raining in my heart

Sunny outside, rainy inside

This morning I woke up at 10:30 because the phone rang. I didn’t answer it. I looked at the time, considered going back to sleep, and decided I should get up. And then I stared up at the ceiling for an hour.

I thought about how yesterday I got several things done and how today didn’t seem to be that kind of day. I thought about how I didn’t brush my teeth when I went to bed the night before - something that NEVER happened before Randy died.

Finally I sat up, checked my email, looked at the news, read an Atlantic article, and I’m still sitting here at 12:44 writing this. And I’m thinking about how pointless it is to get up, shower, wash my hair, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast only to go back to bed in less than 12 hours and start all over again.