That’s how I feel. I don’t know what going on. We missed the Christmas program at church Saturday because Bob was too sick to go–thought going would make him sicker. Rachel wrapped all the presents last night and today...
That’s how I feel.
I don’t know what going on. We missed the Christmas program at church Saturday because Bob was too sick to go–thought going would make him sicker.
Rachel wrapped all the presents last night and today because I’ve been putting it off. Dreading it, actually.
Not even Elvis Christmas music is helping. I’d rather listen to one of my playlists I’ve made.
I’m not depressed, I don’t think. I’m not sleeping or binging on food or any other depressive symptoms.
Just–not into it this year.
Hopefully I’ll get better. Otherwise I’m going to be one very wet blanket this year. ?
