Sunday evening in January

                 

I think January is the quietest month of the year when people usually are depressed and skint  after all the excitement of Christmas and New Year celebration have gone into just memories. I normally take this opportunity to book a cheap flight and cheap accommodation and go on my jolly holiday. But not this year - as Snoopy hasn't been well and I have already spent almost all of my annual leave I can't really go anywhere - not even a short train trip to London or Edinburgh. Nevermind, I'd rather spend time with my dog and pottering around here, in good old Norfolk - still there are a lot of things and places to do and visit.

If January is the quietest month of the year, Sunday is the quietest day of the week. And today is a Sunday in January. Sunday evening to be precise. I went to work this morning (Yes, I did!) and finished by afternoon, I've spent a relaxing time cooking, eating, making the fire and making myself comfortable. Now it's 19:30 - I've just got back from a short walk down the road with Snoopy. I didn't want to go but I thought better of it and I did. I'm glad I did because I'm now feeling better for it. 

This week has been so exhausting with work, life and an unwell dog with Kennel cough. I've taken him to the vet and he's got a 7 days dose of an anti inflammatory for it. Glad to say, he is getting better 😞but I'm so exhausted. So these few days I've dedicated myself to sleep. I mean I'm not just exhausted  but also stressed - when I feel run down my skin will start to rebel - my eczema starts to flare up. It's a BIG sign for me to taking good care of myself.

This evening, out of the blue, I felt melancholy for the first time in months. I sat and contemplated about life in general. It started with questions like, what if I had someone who could share the burden with? what if I didn't live so far away from my family? What if Snoopy didn't get better? What if I couldn't find anyone to dog sit Snoopy when I go to work? What if I became an old lady with nobody to talk to?  etc.

I let myself wallowing in sadness and self pity for a while. Sometimes after work I get like this  - it's the thing I've absorbed from visiting people in the community. I talked to them, I listened to their stories, problems etc. and sometimes it has an effect on me. It normally takes a few hours to a day for me to unwind at which time I will not be able to do anything but float. 

                     

This evening I forced myself to go for a walk and although Snoopy and I were almost the only living souls out there but it still worked wonders. I suppose the change of scenery, fresh air and exercise had done it. 

Either I was single or married. either I lived near my family or not - people still have problem, many problems in fact. And why would you worry about something has not yet happened or might not even happen at all? The answer to myself is, have a good rest, be kind and look after yourself then get on with it - you Wally!. 😅