I'm sure the weather is part of it - you probably recall that I am not a hot weather person, and hot weather with humidity added is only insult added to injury for me. It's supposed to be more pleasant for the next few days, and that can only help.
Another thing is that Ben, Halden, and James (Doughboy's parents and little brother) are moving to Colorado next week. Ben is from Colorado, and I know he has always wanted to go back if he could. His parents are there, and although they won't be living in the same town, they won't be as far away, which will be particularly nice for James. (Halden's mother lives in DC, so she's been lucky enough to be nearby while they were here and in NYC.) They were lucky enough to find good jobs at the University hospital, and they sold their house here without much of a problem. Though I will miss them terribly, I am happy for them, and know they will enjoy the change. I just feel like them moving away adds to my sadness over Doughboy's death - like while they were still close, a true link to him was as well. They are having a goodbye barbecue next Saturday, and we can't go, because we are going to The Tim's oldest brother's third wedding.
(If you are keeping score, The Tim's middle brother got married for the third time last June. Now the eldest brother is marrying #3 this June. Though at least this one is the first one who is, shall we say, age-appropriate. Also, our eldest niece on that side of the family, who is 30, will be there with her new [second] husband. We've met him and like him a lot, so it will be nice to congratulate them. But seriously, we're missing a farewell barbecue for this???)
I'm getting over my pneumonia, and feel considerably better, but it's still frustrating to not have my usual level of energy back yet. Not that I'm a ball of fire, but at least I'm usually a step above slug!
All of the above fall into the category that my sister Mary Ellen calls "White Man's Troubles." And I am EXTREMELY aware that these are by no means the most awful thing that can happen to a person. But sometimes, you just feel bad anyway, you know?
I am however, determined to feel the best that I can, and I can say that Jetsam and Pip help with that. I will also use my reading and knitting to move along. And tomorrow I hope to take my bicycle for a check before much more time goes by. When the weather is not so extreme, I do love riding my bike, especially along the Schuylkill River Trail.
I'll live. :-)
Here's to a nice weekend for all of us!
Sunrise, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico