I realized yesterday that I had descended into what I call “the Blech.” The news from Washington is sad and unsettling, the news of the pandemic and the suffering it is causing is heartbreaking, and my surgery last week, while successful, was nasty and exhausting.

This morning, I woke up and decided to shake off the Blech. I’m going to the gym to work out a bit for the first time since surgery, Maria and I are making plans to take a walk, explore a new pizza place in Hoosick Falls, do a podcast and maybe clean out the fish tank.

Life is what you make of it, and I am not interested in wasting any of my remaining days on being in the Blech. It’s a day for being pro-active, for being grateful, for moving forward.

We had a lovely Christmas, and I have high hopes for the New Year. For today, time to end the Blech and chase it away. Some photos, some writing, some love, some walking, and exploring.

I feel better just thinking about it. Maybe even time for some reading.