I was really beating myself up over the house, needed to be swept. I felt like I had to sweep, mop, all of it. I decided to take small bites and sweep one room at a time, got it all done and even cleaned the toilet. So glad I got that just - Saturday - so really sad again. I think a part of it the Fire Department is about a mile away and I have heard the sirens a couple times today. Whenever I hear fire truck sirens I wonder if they ran them on Ron's case. I don't recall hearing them. But then again I had just found my husband dead.
So, fire trucks on a Saturday are hard and there have been a lot of calls today. :(
I am eating right, aside from a handful of sour gummy worms I had plenty of protein and 4 servings of vegetables, plenty of fluids to stay hydrated.
Just a bad day for depression and being unemployed does not help. When I was a teenager I made up a slang phrase I put in my diary "ET" for "emotionally tired". That's it today.
Don't get me wrong, if an employer is reading this, I want to work, it takes my mind off my troubles. It is just killing me to sit around the house.
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