Same Tune same emotional mess

I can’t believe the time is going so fast.  Today a have to pack to go to Wimberly and I’m terrified that I won’t be able to learn how to weave once I get there.  I have been in such a slump as you well know, just can’t snapout of it.  I do so little to not aggravate my “condition” that I have become unmotivated and lazy. I prefer to be a recluse to anything else and prefer to sleep to be awake.  I know it’s just a stage but it’s hard being unwell and having to fight all the emotional crap that goes along with it.  I know one I get to next week I will be much better but it’s that waiting that drives me to destractio.  I get tired of knitting even and my house is so out of order I do’t know where anything is.  I need to redo it and clean it top to bottom; get my friend Gloria, who helps me clean, to help me whip this place back into shape.  I feel so meesy on the inside and perfect on the outsode – just like the house.  Oh well.  For sow, another day grows.