Too Early for Wine and Chocolate: Just some Meandering Thoughts
My daughter showed me a meme on Instagram that read: “After this quarantine, will the producers of ‘My 600 Pound Life’ find me, do I call them, or how will this work?”
It is too early for wine, and too early for chocolate. And I already ate a piece of the banana bread and pumpkin bread we made over the last few days.
I am feeling listless and yes, sad again. Maybe it’s an every other day situation I’m finding myself in. Today it feels physical, like I’m physically depleted. I already took a longer than usual walk which usually perks me up, but it appears like I am not getting out of this funk too easily.
I have returned to my favorite workspace in the house – this island in the kitchen that usually feels open and bright. Today’s grayness outside has permeated my indoor space. Why am I so ruled by the weather?
Today I am thinking about Terrence McNally who died yesterday. He created the musical Ragtime, which was a part of our lives a bunch of years ago. I saw it on Broadway and then the high school did a modified version, and then my daughter’s friend starred in another local version of it. Those songs were a hit in my house. I also saw and loved McNally’s play Mothers and Sons. I saw it twice on Broadway, because after I saw it with my husband, I had to take my daughter, who had just returned from being abroad. It was an amazing, multi-layered play, and one I might like to read and return to.
The forecast for tomorrow calls for sun. I promise to be more upbeat.