Good Grief 279

At least the thought of existence as creme brûlée raised a smile. It took some doing but the mood tanker finally managed to shift a few degrees in the right direction and I decided I didn't have to go anywhere today but would try to break it down into a bite size that might just get me moving. I just worked on getting the van packed up and ready. Then I thought I might set myself the goal of a first stage that's only a couple of hours away. I'll try to go and watch my step daughter do her half marathon that she postponed from last weekend to a new venue this weekend, having cleared her cold. If I want I can come back. Or it may just be enough to set me off onto another hop, if I can face it. I hate that holidays turn into feats of effort and psychological and emotional endurance that from the outside looking in must seem utterly absurd.