It’s a Jumble Out There

So yesterday, to take the sting out of the incessant shedding, I had my head shaved with clippers so I still have a fraction of an inch of hair. It was neither delibilating nor exhilarating; it is just “there.” Not sure what I was expecting. The tiny shards will likely continue to shed, but at least I won’t have to worry about clogging the shower drain. Sundays and Mondays are my best days, physically, no matter what the week’s regiment was, so why do I feel like shit today? Not physically. Except for not being hungry and a few aches, I am physically fine. I just feel so at odds with myself. Is it depression? Is it sadness? Is it confusion? I’m not sure I know. Maybe it’s a combination of boredom and inertia. I feel good enough to do something, but I don’t want to. Jerry and I will go to a movie later, And that will help. But here I sit on the couch, unmotivated. I could bake. I could do laundry. I have a kitty leaning against me and right now that doesn’t even give me any solace. Perhaps it is just a day to wallow. And tomorrow will be better.