A momentary frisson of naughtiness accompanied my cavalier ignorance of the sink full of washing up last night. I went to bed while it was still light, eating my Ubered dinner in bed, a teatowel serving as a napkin, watching silly comedies on streaming services, firmly pushing down twinges of empty longing for someone to laugh with and eat with. The joys of living alone …..
This morning as I woke, a familiar wave of loneliness and despair about the future sent me into a black hole. Coffee, feeding my dog and playing the morning word games with old and dear friends on the internet lifted me – the act of communication is cheering. My dark mood beginning to shift, I turned to the socials – my Threads tribe was ablaze with witty memes and salty comments, facebook yielded some happy news from very old friends. Posters on Instagram were in particularly good form this morning.
News services delivered sad news from the US, Gaza and Ukraine. An email from my cancer team delivered encouraging news – prompting another twinge of longing for a companion to share it with. I settled for messaging my son, across the world in the US.
Maybe the world right here isn’t so bad after all I thought as I climbed out of bed, ignoring the dirty dishes in favour of watering the garden – because I can.