When I woke up this morning, my first thought was “Fantastic! I feel better!” Unfortunately, that lasted for all of about a half hour. I suspect that I wore myself out by feeding the horses this morning, just in walking the very short way down the hill to the barn and back to the house.
Right now, I’m desperately trying to do something of some value, so I’m reading Leo Tolstoy’s long story “Family Happiness.” However, knowing Tolstoy, I’m quite certain that won’t improve my mood.
Update: Sadly, I was right about “Family Happiness.” It’s a well-done story, despite its abominable view of love.