NEARLY NORMAL
I do not believe in miracle cures…from dieties or diets or doctors. Perhaps though, California might provide just such a thing. Whether it’s family or travel or the sight of water or simply a few days away from the regular routine…I have definitely broken out of covid prison. Haven’t awoken in a state of deep depression for three days (okay so my morning mournfulness only lasts a little while, nevertheless I was very tired of months of it).
I’ve been in Visalia with grandchildren and son Scott. Chatting, laughing, eating, lounging…a perfect way to spend a birthday. Now back in San Diego, resting up for Black Mountain, shopping, and a beach-walk before returning renewed, restored, revitalized…a whole bunch of re- words. It, in fact, is remarkable how much better I feel.
Reading everything about depressions stemming from pandemic life, I’ve maintained some skepticism. Asking myself what I have to be personally unhappy about with healthy family and friends, a job that probably will return someday, future travel, the Sleaze gone from the White House, and I’ve moved to a new house and completed a book. ‘I have no right to feel sorry for myself when there are so many around the world in dire straits,’ I’ve said. But I guess, deep down, rational gratitude couldn’t overcome unwarranted melancholy. Hey, right now though, it is all better.
Some photos then…
I am so very happy to see your blogs….missed them. I did not realize I missed them until you started again. I so miss dinner and fun with friends…glad you are having a great birthday…