In my rather gentle attempt to feel better, I went for a walk today. As motivation, I thought about the lovely wildflowers I've seen blooming on the side of the road. Also, I am finally listening to a decent book which always helps. I decided a few days ago that life was too short to listen to crappy books and sent the Amanda Quick one back to the library and borrowed another one- a tome that I don't even remember the name of, some sort of historical novel involving a sixteenth-century girl in London who was a scribe for a blind rabbi and after I'd listened to a few hours of that, I sent it back too.
I just did not really feel any connection or sympathy with any of the characters.
The one I'm listening to now is a very dear novel, "Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine," a debut novel by a woman named Gail Honeyman. Hard to believe it's the author's first book. From the very beginning I had that lovely feeling of being in good hands.
So I took off down the road to where I knew the wildflowers were and I was not disappointed in them.
"How are you?" I asked Pinot.
"I'm tired," he said.