For the past ten days or so I’ve been sick with an antibiotics-required cold (sinuses, chest, the works). It’s the third or fourth of the winter. Oh wait, it’s now spring. Thank goodness Mom didn’t catch it when I visited her Easter weekend.
I don’t feel like talking to people just for the sake of reaching out.
Besides, I can’t talk without coughing.
It’s depressing, reminding me of my fragile health, not to mention this past year of such sadness. April’s beginning reminds me that it was April 24 – Claude’s birthday – when Craig fell last year, dying days later on May 9.
There is something to look forward to – the presentation, for the first time, of the award in Craig’s name in May – so maybe if I can pick a time to be down this should be it.
Gratitude? Yes. I’m sober. Day 285.