Yes, there is still a ton of snow in my desert. We got about 4 feet over all. But, roads are clear, some sidewalks are clear and it’s supposed to be 40 degrees and sunny for a few days. If I can stay sane for another week, I will be free of my confinement.

Despite that, mentally and emotionally, I am still fragile. Prone to frustration and little to no attention space. I don’t do well trapped in the house. Even work isn’t a relief because I can’t walk the trail out back or even the neighborhood yet. Still too many branches down and muddy everywhere. I’m just trapped in there, too. I try to go out when and where I can, if just for the fresh air.

Today I walked three blocks to Main Street rather than wait 5 more minutes for my husband to pick me up from an appointment.

However, I have been writing. Not every day yet, but Mondays when I’m done blogging, I’m writing stories, actual words on paper. I’m also listening to my writing music more and doing dialogue. I’ll take it for now.

Only left to do is get back into physical therapy. I have to do it from home, on my own, and I am slacking hard. The husband is talking about a gym membership. Maybe *paying* for the proper space and place will guilt me into doing it. I agreed as I hate wasting money and need a kick in the ass. Also, I’m a big person. Having actual space to kick my legs and stretch would be nice.

Another week and I may actually feel like real human being again.