Early Morning Blues

For the past couple of days, I didn’t feel like writing. For the past few days, I haven’t felt like living. I sleep for long stretches of time. I wake up at weird hours, either I get up before the dawn or I sleep so late Chloe is already gone off to school. Dennis is mad at me. His surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning, and he scheduled his Europe trip around the same time. It’s my fault because I didn’t tell him until last week.

I spent the first half of my early morning rise re-filling the bed and washing towels. Sheets and towels. I can’t bring myself to enjoy washing, folding or putting them away. The closet still needs to be tidied up, old clothes need to be donated to tossed, trunks need to be cleaned out. It’s better that I do these things rather than have someone else do them. Nine AM. Time to really start the day.

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