Blue Monday

Night is still and sweetWith flowers on every tree;Peace comes to them on quiet feet,But not to me.My peace is hidden in his breastWhere I shall never be,Love comes to-night to all the rest,But not to me.
Sara Teasdale



Another bad day but I am tired of my own whining. I wish I could go home work in my flower garden and cook a good dinner for George. That's all it would take.

I made spaghetti and meatballs yesterday and of course couldn't stop thinking of him because that is his favorite meal. He taught me (even though he doesn't cook) to put hunks of pepperoni in the sauce. It is everyones favorite meal. Pam always made it for us when we went to the beach. It is just too strange to think that will never happen again.

I wanted to start walking more because at another low point in my life walking helped me so much, but I feel too depressed to make myself do it. What do others do that helps them cope and to feel a little better?