I think the lack of Sunshine is finally taking it's toll on me.
I wake up in the morning with pangs of anxiety.
It goes away by mid morning, but I hate that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Do you suppose it has something to do with the doom and gloom in the news everyday?
Or the fact that the Vikings blew another chance at a Superbowl?
Even though I am a Colts fan I did want the home team to do good.
Yesterday I went so far as to drag out an old Jane Fonda exercise tape and that just depressed me more since we are the same age, but her body is so hot.
I paid for that by limping around the rest of the morning.
So much for that crap.
Right now I am going to curl up and watch Ellen maybe she will get me out of this funk.
Ya suppose a Little Baileys in my coffee might help ?