It gets dark so early now.
I have yoga at 8, but I don’t want to go. I haven’t ever really wanted to go. But I do anyway.
I don’t like going out anymore.
Seventeen days until I am “restored” to my maiden name, and although it’s my choice, I can’t help but think I’m being stripped of a name I am no longer deserving of. Which, technically, is completely true.
Seventeen days until the signature I used to practice writing with great flourishes 10 years ago is no more.
Seventeen days until it’s over.
The darkest hour is just before the dawn.
But it’s so very dark.
edited to add: I went to yoga.
edited to add: And omigod did it kick my ass. So much so that I feel better. 🙂