After I wrote my post this morning I slept. I then woke up for some lunch and some computer time and then I slept some more, so I pretty much slept all day. Jesker has only seen the back of the patio to do his many piddles, I have not walked him once. Chances are, that in a little while I'll go back to sleep again. It's the best thing I can think of right now. It's like pulling a blanket over my head and excluding the whole world from my vision. I feel the need to do that right now. Therefor my reluctance to go outside and walk Jesker.
I'm in a hibernating mood. On top of that, it has just started to rain, increasing my resolve to huddle up inside. I want to be an animal in his cave in his winter sleep in the middle of summer. I have not combed my hair nor applied make up. I've just washed my face and brushed my teeth, that's it. I did a very lousy job brushing my teeth. I don't want to be kissed today.
I know this kind of mood. I've had it before and I'm trying to find safety inside the apartment and in sleep. It means I feel very vulnerable and unable to face the most simple things. I could screw up my courage and do them, but I don't want to. I want to be here safely inside my cocoon and pull my metaphoric blanket closer around myself. I may never come out again and starve to death for not going to the store.
I will make one resolution. I will walk Jesker when I'm done writing this, because the poor dog should not be the victim of my mood. One walk a day I should be able to handle.
I'll have to ask the Exfactor to do the shopping for me later this week if this mood continues. I don't see me doing anything significant now. It's like I've given up the battle and buried the hatchet, but I don't know if I'm a prisoner of war or a survivor.
Right, I'll go walk the dog and then go lie down on the sofa again.
Have a good evening.