I sat to type and Sophie barked again and I felt the edge of a tear. I am feeling terribly sorry for myself. I just want her to leave me alone. This is really wearing me down. It is the same type of sadness I felt in particularly bad parts of my marriage. But let’s not get into that.
Stress eating. I’m glad I have chocolate.
I haven’t decided whether or not I’ll swim. It is quite cold outside. We’re talking single digits. The water would still be fairly warm, but it would be cold getting out. I could, of course, turn on the sauna, anticipating how cold I’d be getting out of a pool wet and 7 degrees outside. I’ll think about it.
I decided to go to bed early. Sophie won’t let me write or watch t.v. She is demanding attention constantly and when she does settle, I can’t help but feel that I need to remain stationary so as not to wake her.
Needless to say, having the dog here is stressing me out. She is barking now, but she is in her crate and it is quite early, so she wouldn’t normally be up by now. I need to be able to let my thoughts flow without the constant interruption of having to deal with her. Today is my last day. Thank goodness.