That’s what I’ve been feeling lately: blah.
Don’t ask me why. I should be happy and gay because I’m married to the most wonderful man in the world, we have a house, we have two lovable dogs, etcetera, etcetera. Everything should be peaches and roses.
But there’s that blah factor. Lucien feels it, too. Maybe because we don’t have a very healthy lifestyle. I need to try to get out and be more active. I need to exercise. Even my co-worker is doing it already.
I need to do music again.
I need to socialize more.
Go to the park more.