The sound of my e-mail notification coming from my cellphone sends me into a silent and blind rage. The cord of my blanket rubs against me, grating and raw. I’ve always had a particular aversion to winter but this year, winter’s got the problem with me. Too cold to build the chicken coop. Too rainy to spray paint the recycled trashcans. There’s no work that can seem to be finished through these short, cold days.
As if that wasn’t enough, existential crisis involving the failure of school (not giving me my final class to graduate) and the failure of my job (not allowing me to operate at normal capacity of a caring human) is really knocking me down. There’s been a little created. But it’s always a miracle when I can even make it out of bed without wanting to cry. I don’t forsee many more posts for a little while. Good luck surviving winter!
