I'm trying really really hard to keep my spirits up and continue in my search to find beauty in this gray world. I'm not having much luck, nothing outside really strikes my photographer's eye. But I was waiting for the school bus the other morning, hiding from the freezing wind in the shelter of the garage and noticed the floor. I don't know if this was from frost, or the way the salty snow dried on the concrete, but I think it's kinda pretty. There's another thing I never thought I'd say. "Look, there's beauty on my garage floor!"
This winter is hitting me hard. I haven't gotten sick, even though hubby and daughter both caught the cruds several times this school year. But I just feel BLAH all the time. I have zero energy. I feel a little spacey. Tired all the time. Disorganized. And cold all the time. I sit in the living room and my feet and hands get really cold. I sleep under a fleece blanket with a comforter and duvet on top, with another knit blanket over that. Is that normal? And it snowed again today. It's supposed to be cloudy and snowy and wet-cold for the next ten days. I NEED SUN. I'm wilting.
