While it is starting to melt, starting to melt still means I’m house bound. Which is killing me. I’m not meant to be stuck in the house, but I also cannot risk falling. I did try to walk yesterday, but almost fell three times.

So I’m depressed. Lots of sleeping. Lots of weeping. Hopefully, in a few days, I can go back outside.

As miserable as I am, I can’t focus much. So more reading than writing this past week. Hopefully, that turns around soon too.