Hours I Keep

It’s 3:00 am, but I’ve been awake since 1:30. I will very likely drink some coffee and go back to bed. Oh, shoot. I also have to go up and take my meds.

It dawned on me that the shortest day of the year has already come and gone. The days are getting longer again. You can’t tell, yet, but it won’t be long.

Winter isn’t easy for me. It never has been. Even as a kid. But we’re through December. Before we know it, spring will be here.

I’m mentally preparing for getting back to work. I don’t enjoy dealing with that thankless woman, but as long as she stays out of my way…

I am looking forward to being active again. I have not even gone near my bike since I’ve been home. Looking forward to trying again. I keep thinking of that photo in that woman’s report. If I were content with that photo, that would be one thing. But I am most definitely not.

Tomorrow, the tree comes down. All the holiday decor gets put away. The chair goes back in the living room, and hopefully there won’t be so much squabbling over prime seating.

I am kind of anxious to get on with the new year. A lot of things need to happen. I’m really going to be 45. I lose track of my age sometimes. I’m 44. Wait, am I 43? No, 44. Not far from 50. It’s hard to believe.

In all this time, though…am I learning?