Survival

Got on Facebook this evening to discover a change in my status, still was listed as married, now minus the Hubby's name. Today was bad enough without him rubbing it in. What a truly miserable, completely crappy day. Happy Freakin' Valentine's day to me.

I made my first excursion out of the house today. Went to city hall to finish signing municipal utility paperwork, hit the grocery store, and picked up a carton of cigarettes. Was more than ready to return home. The temps were in the sixties, the sun was out. Nice for February.

Treadmill is set up, time to return to the five mile a day routine. There's an emergency cutoff for when vertigo hits, I have rails that I hang onto, and I keep the phone on hand. 

The exercise is vital. A sedentary life will send me far into depression, as well as invite more illness to wreak havoc on my system. The diseases I have are more than enough, thank you. I have no desire to add to them. Definitely have no desire to have more medicines added to my system which will bring on another nightmare of side effects. Nope, better to stay as healthy as possible.

I semi decorated the spare room with Mom's oil paintings of ocean scenes. There are boxes of bedding awaiting a bed in that room, along with unopened boxes of craft items. Finally getting it all in order and feeling comfortable.

Next is cleaning up the yards as well as organizing the garage. Both chores require cooperating weather. The local weathermen are positively giddy forecasting sixties and perhaps a few seventies over the next week. I plan to take full advantage of the weather to get those places in order. Even just an hour each afternoon should be more than enough to get it all accomplished.

This evening was pure survival,  no tv, no Delilah on the radio, and especially no movies that could remind me of what is gone. I'm doing what I have to in order to just get by until midnight. Sad, isn't it?