January musing.

Usually I try to have some kind of goals for the year. I'm not going to do that this year. I am just going to call them "hopes" and not "goals"

The next word I think of after hopes is "dreams". I'm feeling to old for this sort of thing, when my goal seems to be Get Up sometime today, do what you can, and then Go To Bed. My energy level is really low and I was hoping it was from the medication I got to quit a couple weeks ago. But... still low, although slightly improved. 

And so my mental state qualifies as "depressed". Both my parents lived to their 90s so I was hoping to at least 80s. But I barely started 70s. 

I don't talk to people enough. This pandemic has made it far worse, because I have always had to push myself to be out there and now I have no energy. 

So. My hopes and dreams are to regain energy and strength, climb out of the depression hole, and get stuff done. I did get all the dishes washed and most of the Christmas decorations put away. The tree is still up, the wonderful porcelain houses, and the lights/ Tomorrow is the 6th so it's all good. I think January's theme is a snowy village and some snow men. And one angel candleholder. 

It's colder tonight. Possibly a brush of frost. I covered the vulnerable ones. I can't believe I harvested 8 tomatoes yesterday. That's in its own little greenhouse with hopes that it at least stays alive this winter. I did forget to put a hot water bottle in there, so hopefully it won't be TOO bad. 

It helps just to write and I need to do that more. I'm hoping for some pictures of finished doll clothes in the next day or two. Hoping. Dreaming. They are on the list. But I must still be gentle with myself. I'm sure that Granddaughter A would like these clothes soon though. Before she grows up LOL