I’m becoming incredibly anxious and antsy. I can’t sit still. I’ve even started picking on Mouse out of sheer boredom. I feel like a prisoner, thanks to this rain, which just keeps coming and coming. I’m not kidding; it never stops. It won’t be long before I start pacing the length of my tiny apartment. I’m slowly being driven to insanity by this constant deluge. I don’t do well in confined spaces and am even worse when forced into laziness. One day of veging on the couch and watching movies is one thing. Doing the same day in and day out is more than I can handle. I’m going batty. I try to remind myself that we’re the lucky ones. We’ve, thus far, avoided the flooding devastating cities around us, but even that knowledge doesn’t do much to quell my crazies. I wish the sun would come out, even if just for a little while. I wish the rain would stop holding me prisoner in my own apartment. I wish there were something for me to do, besides whine and complain, because, after all, we are still safe and sound. I should be counting my blessings.
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