Thank you for asking Chuggalug. Not quite so good these last few days - quite a lot to get sorted and not feeling quite so chipper about it all as I was before the Funeral. Natural euphoria has died down and reality and sadness set in. Walking the dog quite a bit in the fresh air and avoiding the "nasties" in the Village if I possibly can.
Suspect if I buy one of these ere Bean Bags the dog will drown herself in it as she is so small! She has made every sitting and sleeping place in the building hers by right so I don't think I would get a look in.
Hope you have another good night's sleep. WIFE
I can only imagine what that's like, Wife. Yes, natural euphoria does tend to quit on us. I've had it happen, sometimes, knowing that certain jobs need doing, but I get a terrible dose of the 'can't be bothereds'.
I've been thinking of you in your situation. I know, in time that you'll pick yourself back up, love. Give it time. Things were so hard for you before your hubby died. Don't worry too much. Your body needs a rest from the long, hard struggle. That's all it's telling you. Rest as much as you can, and get out for a good walk, sometimes. Get away from them four walls, if only for a while.
Talk often about your loved one, to keep his memory alive. Cry when you need to, but don't stay there, Wife. You will laugh again, I promise, and that ain't no platitude.
You can share the bean bag with woofie. It really is huge!
Windy here today. We must have had some rain in the night.