Thanksgiving ...
As my mood goes in wonderfully random places, I'm finding that I'm developing a (perhaps unhealthy) "really, what's the point?" mindset, and with Thanksgiving coming, that statement couldn't be truer.
I normally enjoy the day because I get to cook a big meal, but for starters, the mood's just not there with me. More importantly, Carl will be asleep most of the time, and I'm cooking for no one else. So essentially, it'll be me, alone, for most of the time. Some might suggest travel here, but I need to be in to work at 7:00am that Friday, meaning that travel (to see, say, what little family I have left) is infeasible.
So yeah, it's created a bit of a funk, and I can't help but think, "really, what's the point?" It's something I need to shake, but it's certainly hard.
I normally enjoy the day because I get to cook a big meal, but for starters, the mood's just not there with me. More importantly, Carl will be asleep most of the time, and I'm cooking for no one else. So essentially, it'll be me, alone, for most of the time. Some might suggest travel here, but I need to be in to work at 7:00am that Friday, meaning that travel (to see, say, what little family I have left) is infeasible.
So yeah, it's created a bit of a funk, and I can't help but think, "really, what's the point?" It's something I need to shake, but it's certainly hard.