Major mood shift

Can it be just the socializing last night? Today I felt like cleaning house. I didn't feel depressed and pissed off and resentful. I wanted to do it.

After sitting around for weeks and weeks surrounded by dog-hair-balls, after watching my dog slip on the hair-coated ceramic tiles and make himself limp, at long last I felt like doing something about it. I vacuumed. I even moved furniture around. I washed dog blankets and dog pillow covers. I even washed the dried dog slobber off my leather sofa.

It was hard work; I had to take rest stops, but I didn't quit. The plan for the day was to get the tax stuff sent off to my CPA as well, but I didn't get that far. And I didn't get to my bedroom, which is another hell-pit; next time. But, hey, it's a start. I've been spinning my wheels making my rut deeper and deeper far too long. It's a new phase.

My son said to me tonight, after I mentioned the funk I've been in for so long, "Hey, remember, just a few more weeks and then you can do whatever you want for the rest of your life!" Wow. I hadn't thought about it quite like that. Amazing.