Today marks eight months since my mother left us. I’m silently marking the one-year anniversaries of developments that led to her passing, such as her radiation treatments. This isn’t a terribly happy thing to be doing, though probably inevitable. I’ve been in a holding pattern since. I guess I thought, not that I’d get over her this fast, but I’d at least be doing more than three-hour naps and hours of websurfing every day. OK, some days I manage to go see some music. But I can’t really force things; if I don’t magically feel upbeat, I can’t seem to change that. I’m sure that’ll change someday. Maybe not for a while, though. Holidays, y’know.
I guess I’m sharing this because there’s not much else for me to say at the moment. Maybe this was a bad time for post-a-day month.