So what's my problem? I wish I knew. Today I'm headachy because storms are moving in. But yesterday was clear and pleasant. Tomorrow should be clear and pleasant. My dogs are healthy and happy, though I'm still upset about Abby and I'll probably be upset for many more months to come. Bud is well on his way to recovering from the symptoms that brought about his hospital stay, and we are dealing with the chronic long-term effects of his illness. I should be thrilled. I should be happy. I should be exuberant. I should not be sitting here like a gigantic lump, with no motivation and no desire to find any motivation. Yet, here I am.
Psychology Today says, "Don't wallow in a foul mood. Run, for the gym, and take your headphones." I don't think so! I can just see me now, breaking something when I fall off the stationary bicycle or falling flat on my face during Jazzercise. Time says, "In this Age of the Blahs, many thousands of Americans are finding a new way to assuage money worries, insomnia, angst, neuroticism and neglect of liver and lungs. Their new-found route to tranquillity is yoga." Again, NO! I used to go to yoga classes. I loved it. It didn't love me. I was clumsy and uncoordinated before I got SCDS. I can just image how comical it would be now; not to say how much the instructor would so want to remove me from the class.
But apparently, I'm not alone in this smoky gray fog for I found this link: How to blog when you have the "blahs". Must be universal. So, I'll quit worrying about it; quit obsessing and quit Googleing blahs. I'll just wait it out. Sooner or later I'll get back to whatever is normal for me and you won't be able to shut me up. See ya there.