Friday night, fatigue and an endlessly throbbing elbow (apparently golfer's elbow, minus the golf part), devolved into general meltdown, extending into Saturday morning. In between, the dream worms did their best to churn through, pushing up indigestible bits, rancid old bones gnawed and gnawed but still there and still nowhere to put them.
The frigid temps outdoors were uninviting, but eventually I had to get dressed, bundle up, and go out to meet a friend who'd promised to help me pick out new glasses at the optician's (I have FSA money to burn through by the end of the year). Her college-age daughter showed up, wanting lunch at Za just up the street, so we ended up having lunch out, too, which was unexpected and delightful. A freshman at Northeastern, M has blossomed from a disinterested student and difficult teen into a focused and charming young woman. It made me ridiculously wistful. Where did all the time go? How did I waste so much time? Sigh.
This morning I have a brunch/housewarming to go to, followed by a walk with my walking group, despite wind chills in the teens. But I think Beth is right about the need to get out and move and do upbeat things. Maybe I've just been getting SAD.