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amanda_loddenThe weather is cold, grey, and snowing-- all of which I hate. My Mom is still in hospice, scared the bejesus out of us over the weekend with a low blood sugar episode that had her unconscious for a while (she's okay now), and is often refusing pain medications (which largely negates the point of putting her in hospice, since she is in pain). The list of things I am behind in continues to grow, and probably will for a while. If I were to mope around being depressed all the time, I'm pretty sure everyone around me would forgive me.
And yet today, I am in the throes of pure, unadulterated joy.
Why? I have no idea. I wish I did, so that I could duplicate it more often, but it just sort of came on. I woke up this morning (at 6:30-- yes, AM!) just as happy as a clam, and it hasn't faded. I've described it to a few people as like being very drunk, only without the buzz and without the part where I actually consume alcohol.
I like it.
And yet today, I am in the throes of pure, unadulterated joy.
Why? I have no idea. I wish I did, so that I could duplicate it more often, but it just sort of came on. I woke up this morning (at 6:30-- yes, AM!) just as happy as a clam, and it hasn't faded. I've described it to a few people as like being very drunk, only without the buzz and without the part where I actually consume alcohol.
I like it.
