I woke up this morning checking the clock over and over. It’s summer; the only thing I had to do today was take Andrew to a friend’s house and pick groceries and prescriptions. I stayed in bed for no reason. When I got up, I went to our bathroom to weigh myself and moved some clothes over with my foot. While doing this, I slammed my right ring finger in the linen closet door. On the first knuckle. The finger I had surgery on last year. I don’t think it’s broken. I put a thick Band-Aid on it to keep it straight and took some ibuprofen. I guess that’s what started my bad mood that turned into a depressed day. I even took a nap. Thought. Overthought things. I’m trying. As they say, it’s a process.
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