It is cold. It is breezy. It is wet. It will stay like this for the next three or four days. Arthritis in my joints is protesting. It is easy to let depression settle over us under these conditions.
But I won't let it.
There is a recliner and a Kindle and some music on the radio and a green fuzzy blanket, all calling my name.
Right after I have a slice of chocolate cake and another cup of coffee.
Take that, arthritis and depression. You can't begin to compete with chocolate cake and coffee. Nor can you compete with the jar of home canned ham and beans I'm having for supper tonight, along with a pan of cornbread.
Comfort food and a murder mystery. And a green fuzzy blanket. Chases the blues away every time. :)